-Prologue-
The city was burning. A cathedral engulfed in scarlet flames, cleansed by the body of an angel.
The purifying rays of the new dawn fell on the limp figure crucified on the bridge of angels. Its arms were spread out almost in welcome relief as death evaporated from its stiff limbs. Surrounded in a halo of light, the angel seemed to disintegrate, its body dissipating with the dimming light.
As a new day began, the remnants of darkness coalesced into a single white feather...