Faith! Faith!
It was always thought that humans had put their trust in such trivial elements too easily. She always pondered how such a scattered race could draw strength and group over somthing inscribed so long ago.
She was there that night, when those men exchanged such forbiden thoughts. every Angel is Frightening
The Stars were once souls, souls of gods who's time had come to pass.
True! they were immortal but their hearts eventually died, leaving a cold shell behind for the fools who would still worship them.
Ultimately though, the god's retreated from the guaidan spectors stance they held within this world; having precieved the future of it's inhabitants, learning that they had uncontrolably sealed a fate of a kind in which they created and no longer had control off.
With them gone their graceful underlings were left to roam; drawing in the powers the stars had, giving them wings and magic of their own. Some remained true to their masters continuing to protect the creation they all so willingly left. Others, however, chose to torment such beings inforcing sins and pain and suffering. It was ironc that such creatures were named Angels.
In the end, without warning, these Angels started to fade. It wasn't long untill the skies were once again silent.
So here she stood. The last of that kind. All religious and supernatural belief had kept her alive unaware of the hate she had for such consepts.
But what was she to do? how on earth could she claim what was no longer there?