Soaring across the sky and feeling the chilly wind press gently against her face, large white-wings beating heavily but slowly against the weight of gravity, Angela Tenshi kept flying high peering down in the forest below her of Mount Natagumo. It was cold, mostly silent, dark, and emitted a very eerily aura. It felt like a warning for all Demon Slayers and Hashira to stay away, but she could feel something welcoming about it. Even though it felt sadistic, bloodthirsty, hostile, some sort of pleasure lingered underneath. Enough to pique anyone's curiosity and venture inward.

What stayed on her mind was the yellow hair boy she had run into. His tiny, frail, and heavily injured body sat on a suspended wooden shack unmoving. His eyes were barely open and his breathing was shallow. She felt the poison in his body nearly overwhelming him. There was already too much in his system so she did all she could do; she called down Holy Light and managed to heal some of the wounds on his body. She will leave the rest up to her partner.

Then, when Angela took to the skies once again, a great deal of sadness, turmoil, torment, and betrayal filled her senses.

She landed on the ground and her heart became heavy seeing so many dead Demon Slayers littering the ground and in the branches above. A group of bodies that used to be children aspiring to become the best of the best, who looked up to the Hashira for guidance, were used like meaty puppet dolls. They were heavily adorned with stab wounds, gashes, cuts, and multiple lines of spider-webs were still wrapped around them tightly. Their wrists, ankles, arms, and legs were still bound, even their necks had been held captured with a few twisted around all the way.

Landing a gentle hand on the hilt of her sheathed Nichirin Sword, it began to glow a soft white. Swiftly pulling it out, her Nichirin Sword was adorned with a white-winged guard and its blade a bright turquoise-blue embedded with multiple angelic symbols that glowed white on both sides.

Without wasting a second, disappearing faster than the blink of an eye, the Demon Slayers caught in the trees had been cut free and placed gently on the ground. Everyone that had been slayed were lying all around her. She placed their hands on their chest, closed their eyes, and dropped to her knees in front of them.

Even though they were dead, she could still feel their angry eyes on her, their words in her ears, and their frustration in her throat.

"How could you arrive so late?!"

"We trusted you to save us!"

"We were only rank Kanoe! We needed a Hashira here since the very beginning!"

"What took you so long, huh?! Did they not care about us at all! Were we only pawns to see how dangerous the situation really was?!"

Angela heard and listened to the furious screams they threw at her. She gently sat her sword in the dirt in front of her, furled her wings into her back, push her long platinum hair behind her shoulders, smoothed out her Demon Slayer Corps uniformed decorated with bits and pieces of angelic armor, and rubbed the dirt from her white haori decorated with blazing golden angelic symbols that represented life, forgiveness, nature, patience, and many more. She listened with a kind heart, loving hand, infinite patience, and no anger towards their accusations.

It took many minutes for them to scream their anger out before they finally began to cry their eyes out. Their essence fell to their knees, waterfalls of tears that emitted shame, depression, and fear fell from their eyes, and their hands grasped the dirt beneath them.

"I just want… to go home…"

"I don't want to be in this scary forest anymore!"

"Where's… my mom?"

"I want my brother!"

Their pleas were not falling on deaf ears. Angela kept listening whole heartedly, nodding her head with her eyes closed, and had her heart opened. They continued crying, weeping, and sobbing into their hands, the sky, and the dirt, as words of forgiveness and wails for help began to spill out of their mouths.

"We… we didn't mean what we said."

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

"Please… help us return home."

Angela didn't hesitate to nod her head and open her eyes. She beckoned them softly with her hands and their essence and spirits stumbled towards her in curiosity. After they gathered around her, she placed her hands together and let out a small breath, closing her eyes. Even with her eyes closed and darkness the only thing she could see, a white light began to pierce through and lit up the blackness all around them.

When she opened her eyes, her entire body began to glow white, small bubbles of gold floating up and off of her, and the sky above began to open up in waves of white light. Slowly, she separated her hands and pushed them out towards the spirits of the fallen Demon Slayers. They looked at her hands with fear and apprehension, gulping the lumps in their throats.

"Do not be afraid," She softly spoke. She kept her voice low and steady filled with patience, peace, and calming. "You will be going somewhere safer where you will reunite with loved ones. Then, in the next life, you'll live in a happier world. Take my hand and you will be granted eternal peace."

Angela waited patiently even when they looked at each other for reassurance.

Slowly, shakily, they each held out a hand and grabbed one of her own. A tiny grin spread on her lips and she closed her eyes. She let out a deep breath and pushed energy out from her core, to her arms, and out to her fingertips. The white light glowed brighter, brighter, and brighter. So bright she thought it was actually going to prickle her eyesight but it suddenly dimmed into nothing. The weight she had felt in her hands immediately disappeared and darkness welcomed her once again.

She opened her eyes and was met with the dark forest of Mount Natagumo once again. The spirits and souls of the slain Demon Slayers were gone. They were finally at peace.

Feeling a bit dazed, Angela wiped sweat from her brow and picked up her sword from the ground, sheathing it.

When she stood, looking over the at-peace faces of the fallen Demon Slayers, she heard running footsteps approaching her quickly. She immediately turned towards the direction, her face hardened into concentration, ready to protect the corpses of her comrades from those who would want to defile them, and let out a deep breath.

"Angel Breathing, First Form, Angelic Laceration," Angela mumbled to herself, seeing her angelic symbols glow brighter, and dashed forward at an impossible speed.

She could sense whoever was approaching her and knew they could sense her as well. But she was faster, stronger, and more focused. She let themselves come face to face and gasped at who she was looking at. It was Kocho's younger and Kanao's older brother, and he was holding a half-dead girl in his arms! While his face revealed no emotions, always blank and never revealing anything, the tight grip on her body said everything she needed to know.

Angela instantly disrupted her movement, letting her sword click shut in its sheath, and skidded to a halt in the dirt.

"What happened?" She immediately demanded hurrying up to the boy, Karasuma, and laying gentle hands on the girl's body. She was young, 15 at most, and, even without her powers, she could feel the girl's broken ribs sticking out and pushing into her body. Blood poured out of her mouth, her skin a deathly pale, and her breathing extremely fragile.

Karasuma gently set the girl on the ground, watching as Angela's hands glowed white and began to tenderly roam the girl's body, and spoke softly, "She and the other boar-headed Demon Slayer were heavily injured by one the demon family members. The Father, I believe."

"The demon?" She asked feeling and hearing the girl's bones beginning to crack and snap.

"Dead. Giyu defeated it."

Angela thought back to the stoic and unbothered Demon Slayer who always acted reserved. His strong sense of justice against demons as well as having no tolerance towards those who did not know their own limitations always warded others off. Well… most of them.

Feeling slight heat to her cheeks, Angela nodded her head at Karasuma. "Thank you," and quickly explained, "The girl's bones are mending as well as her organs… but I'm afraid she's already lost too much blood. She won't make a quick recovery and if she isn't given a transfusion soon she'll die. Have you figured out her blood type yet?"

He nodded his head and simply answered, "Marechi."

"Marechi?" She mumbled out in confusion then groaned slightly. "What are the odds the girl who needs a life-saving transfusion is a rareblood?"

Placing two fingers in her mouth, Angela blew, letting out an ear-piercing whistle. In an instant, her Kasugai Crow, Himari, landed on her shoulder and nestled into her head. Giving her a piece of bread she always kept on her, Angela spoke to her crow, "I am sending a gravely injured girl to the Butterfly Mansion for a blood transfusion. We don't have time to wait for the Kakushi to take her so I'm sending Karasuma in their place. Please find Sanemi Shinazugawa and have him get prepped. If he proves to be difficult and stubborn, tell him I'll make him pay for letting a young girl die because of his pride."

Himari nodded her head and immediately took flight. Angela turned to Karasuma as he regathered the unconscious girl in his arms. "Please make sure she gets to the Butterfly Mansion in time. Have Aoi perform the transfusion between the girl and Shinazugawa. I trust you, Karasuma. Do not fail me or the girl," She spoke placing a hand on his shoulder.

Karasuma nodded his head in determination. By the time Angela had finished blinking once, he was already gone with the girl.

The forest was still once more… but she had more work to be done.

Unfurling her wings from her back, she launched herself into the skies and immediately began her search of more Demon Slayers, demons, and her friends, Shinobu Kocho and Giyu Tomioka.