A/N: Most of what I write is best described as short stories, this is the shortest. It was bouncing around my head and I decided to share it.
Angels can be killed.
Not negated, not erased, killed.
A man figured out how once.
Figuring it out was hard, doing it was easy.
"Nothing I haven't done," He reasoned, "I've killed entire races."
He tracked it down, It wasn't hard.
He looked it in the eyes, his own dark with the fury of a thousand years.
With the fury of a Time Lord.
"You blinked." He said.