"Do you remember dear child? Do you remember that fateful day when you asked the most painful question? When you found out why I was so different from the others?
Sweet child of mine, do you remember my answer? I'm sorry that I was unable to keep my promise. I'm sorry that it was I who hurt you in the end. I can only hope that you will remain strong and carry through this. Please do not let my efforts be in vain. I leave to you, the last remnants of who I truly was. An axe made from Heaven's purest light, a shield made from his own desire to protect humanity and my only personal item, a long since darkened halo. May you one day find the power to return the light to that halo. May you one day fulfill my own promise to you. Good luck, my child."
Excerpt from diary recovered forty years after the last great war which nearly destroyed humanity. Owner unverified. Believed to have been the last angel of whom many now speak. He sacrificed his own immortality, and became the greatest monster the world had ever seen. Sacrificing his own salvation to ensure that humanity would not be lost to the darkness. There is one last entry upon this diary. The final entry is of a different hand, and speaks only of the child's love for this monster. One final scrawl, regarding the day that the light returned to our long since darkened world.
"My dearest friend, my protector, my 'parent', my guide and teacher. It has been many years since we parted ways. I still miss you to this day. There is one final task, that very same task which you began so long ago. The halo glows dimly now, it bears an unworldly light. Perhaps this final task shall restore the once glorious luster. Humanity has been to the breach and fought its way back thanks to you, my friend. You gave us what we had long since lost. Hope. You sacrificed everything to ensure that we would survive. Today, we shall finally be free of the last stronghold of darkness. On this day, we march against the armies of Hell itself. Where Heaven has dared not tread, humanity shall cut a blazing path. Our resurrection is at hand, and it is thanks to you. You inspired us to retake our destiny. You gave us the tools and knowledge to retake what had once been ours. Finally, we shall pay our homage to you. We shall rid ourselves of the demons once and for all. I shall fight my way into the very depths of Hell alone if I must, and I shall find you. You who were our salvation. Child of Heaven, it is our turn to save you. Heaven's greatest weapon… was not a single angel. It was the determination of that angel. The pure dedication to a race that was deemed lost by its own creator. You who abandoned your place in Heaven, safe from the horrors of the mortal plane. Banished to Hell upon your fall, we now march in unison. Hell is only the beginning. Heaven has much to answer for, and we owe you a great debt. You were our salvation, now let us be yours!"
Many tales are told of the day that light returned to our world. The great nuclear war which destroyed much of our planet. Humanity persisted in small areas. We truly are a stubborn race. Holding on to faith and beliefs that some day everything will work out. Maybe there really was an angel who forsook his own to save us. To this day, we still do not know. We did find "Hell", a land where the remaining invaders of our land whom had begun the war dwelled. There are tales told even there now. Tales of an army led by a single child. A child whom held a large dimly glowing ring. Humanity did rise up, and it did indeed defeat the invaders of our home. Whether they came from Hell or not remains to be seen, but we know one thing for certain. Where there is hope, there is light. Where there is no light, we shall shine our own and save those whom have lost their way. We have a debt to repay. Let none forget, the angel who saved us that day.