Your parents were always very religious people. Contrary to what everyone may think, they never forced you to attend church with them, no, they urged you to stay home. You never wondered why they were that way. Having the house to yourself for a few hours every weekend was a good enough deal to kill any curiosity. That was until your 18th birthday, your parents took a 180 turn. They started begging you to come to church with them. Their argument was that the priest, Father Vargas, wanted to meet their offspring. You agreed reluctantly, if only you knew what you were signing up for.

The second you walked into the chapel, you knew something was up. Everyone was on their knees, bowing to a cross that you never saw before. Despite not going to church, you knew what should be on it, a man, not a woman with an eye on her chest and a set of wings. When people realized your parents finally bought their child, all heads turned to you. Some people began pointing fingers at you, some sobbed, and some almost ran out of the chapel. Confused, you turned to your parents, all they did was smile at you and reassure you that everything is fine, you could tell it was a lie. As if this wasn't enough chaos, a man approached you. Without a word, your parents shoved you towards him. The man grabbed you by the arm and led you to a small room connected to the chapel. Before you could even speak up, he ran out and locked the door behind him.

A man emerged from the shadows, smiling warmly at you. He didn't speak, all he did was smile as he approached you. He took one glance at you, looking down at the birthmark on your chest. Then he walked behind where he saw two scars of unknown origin running down your back. At that moment, he chuckled to himself. He finally found you, what he believed to be the angel they prayed to.

“Mi ángel, don't worry. I'm here to help you fulfil your destiny.”

He said in a tone so friendly you believed he actually wanted to help. That was until he pointed to a cross, this one empty, waiting for you.