A silent, peaceful night looms over the small town. On top of an inn are two cloaked people. They are in complete black, hiding any part of them that can indemnify them. They make no movement, and no one can tell that they are there.
The wind silently tugs at the black cloaks, but nothing is being showed underneath them. The beings underneath the ropes are searching for something in the wind. They are taking their time to find it though, as if it doesn't matter if they find it or not.
Strangely though, one of them raises a massively scarred hand. The hand is an extremely pale skin tone to it. The hand seems to command something, something invisible.
The wind suddenly changes direction, becoming bitter and cold. The hand closes into a fist, as a small boom can be heard in a building. It was just a faint explosion, and it doesn't even manage to wake the living inhabitants of the home.
The next morning, two exorcists arrive in town. They set about their mission only to realize that there isn't anything there for them. The innocence that was there is now gone. The higher ups at the Black Order certainly won't like the sudden absence of innocence.