"these are the eyes that seem to invite to you the damned world. The world in which violence fabricated ensures that people are dying, dying like roses. Roses cold, roses sold out, roses of diverse colours blackened and wilted through such violence. The work of art protected yet destroyed by war, the neverending cycle of birth, death and salvation.

Innumerable souls, innumerable crimes, and one single angel who made a mistake, like being torn between death and doom, between two evils, between duty and morals. Can an angel be a guardian angel and the Angel of Death at the same time? Heaven made a mistake but I didn't, my judgement, my intentions were good. But good means nothing in a world ridden with death and disease, a world on the brink on an immortal war. War of titanic proportions, stalements between Angel and Daemon, Werewolf and Vampire, Dusk and Esuna, light and dark about to collide with catastrophic consequences. Will she survive?"

And with that a new candle ignited. He walked away, leaving the older angel alone