Once your husband was forced in the Great war, you too, were caught in the crossfire. Yosaflame had been trying his best to fight the angels off of him, but as soon as he saw you lying on the ground.. Something snapped.

Nothing else mattered, you were his top priority now. He'd rushed his way over and grabbed your limp body to hide it under his bloodied coat, moving to a less crowded area.

He then set you down in front of him, speaking in a shaky tone.

"Baby.. Baby! Wake up.."