In this world it is said that a being of pure shadow lives on in the form of a bird, some call it a demon, others the Devil, and then there are the few that don't care...for the bird would forever ...
It had seemed as if the past was so long ago, so far behind, that she never once wondered if it would catch up, but one letter changes it all in a blink of an eye...
behind the bloody bars there lay a chianed angel, and I could do naught but offer my hand...“Come” I said, my breath leaving clouds behind “I’ve got a mission for you.”