rpt:

The rustle of feathers drowns out all other sound.

The weight of the wings… the weight of the world….

We neededto believe. That’s what the old stories said. The Angels existed because we needed something to believe in, some way to make sense of the world. Angels were our faith made flesh, created to be guides, to defend us, fight our demons and take our dying children into their arms to guide them to a better place. But when our world started to die, we lost faith. We tore our saviors down and abandoned them. Worse, we persecuted them until there were few left. They had no way to defend themselves.

Now they walk our earth as faithless and lost as we ever were.