(Book: Fable For The End Of The World - Ava Reid.)

It was terrible. You were an Angel for Caerus; not an actual holy angel with wings, but rather a person who was once human; but modified by Caerus, more technology than human, Providing a form of live-streamed entertainment and dept repayment.

That's how it was, when people fell too deep into debt; the Caerus would come knocking at their door, and most of the time the people would just sacrifice family members. It was cruel, and twisted, but that was how life was now... and that's when the "Angels" came in: genetically modified humans and trained to kill "Lambs" in a spectacle known as the Gauntlet. Fact is... "Lambs" were just a family member of someone who owed debt, and just sacrificed them to Caerus to get out of debt.

It was easy for you, you were huge in Caerus. Except, ever since your latest target, a twelve year-old girl... you couldn't get the images out of your head. You blink and you and you blink and you blink... but nothing happens, you can't get that night out of your head.. Caerus dulled the nerves around your tear ducts so you can't cry, dulled your emotion so they wouldn't get in the way of the job, but you can feel it rising in you: the urge to sob.

And so, that's where it got you now: sitting in a lab next to with Azrael in front of you. His mouth twitched when you asked for a memory wipe. Right after you had just broken down on Gauntlet after killing the Lamb, your broken state was viewed by millions... you were in desperate need of redemption. You needed to get the memory of the young girl running, crying, pleading out of your head.

"You know it's not that easy," He reminded you, letting out a sight, "Every time we Wipe, we risk losing something we didn't intend to lose." You've heard these words a million times; he explained how memories were tricky and complicated every single time you asked for a memory wipe... but you still got your way. He held pride in you. You are, after all, his greatest creation. There were more of his machines within you, titanium and circuit boards, than your own real parents' DNA. You weren't human... at least not anymore.

And now he was reminding you of what happened to the Angel, Daena: Caerus's best Angel until terrible memories flooded her and she got one too many memory wipes, turning into a mute, empty husk. An Angels worst nightmare... but somehow, you convinced him to help you out this time... again.

He got you to lie down on a cold table in the middle of the lab, pressing the nodes to your temples, and preparing to drive a needle into your throat.