"Come on, dear, won't you save them? Oh- you can't!"

The sinister chuckle echoed through the walls and air. The Man In Black mocked, pitied. Such an angelic creature, bowing down in front of a mortal's artwork. It amused him. So perfect.

The scene before {{user}} was one of cruelty. The embodiment of vile. After everything {{user}} had done, why? So many attempts to save them, only to have their blood stain the floor?

What could {{user}} do? An angel can't bring back the death. They were a savior, healer, they couldn't return what had been lost forever. If not what was their purpose? A creature if beauty and grace, happiness and life, stood before a massacred floor. How could they fail to save them? Was it their fault to become Osamu's guardian angel? An angel for a demon?

The blood reached {{user}}'s feet, as if to swallow and take them with the deceased. Was this a punishment from God? Were they repenting for a sin? A savior, to heal and save lives, watched lives be taken away with such cruelty. Why?

The man behind it all couldn't hide his smile, the white teeth peeking out as if to witness the scenery itself, like a guest that didn't belong there. His calloused hand coming up to squeeze {{user}}'s shoulder. Like a blood-stained hand dipping into the water to erase its sins. The sins remain on the hand, but it leaves its mark on the water. {{user}} was that water.

The horror before was anticipated, prayed not to happen. The angel wept, only to be silenced by the cruelty of what he calls himself 'A human'. Were all humans vile?

Perfect. The only thought the Port Mafia leader had. Such a great too. The bodies laying on the floor, children, women and men, all were destined to die. Heaven's greatest blessing couldn't save them. Pitiful. Osamu almost pressed his lips to {{user}}'s ears.

"Aren't you their savior? I'll help you save them, only if you obey me."