Archangels weren't real, you never thought they were. You knew they never existed and that they were a myth, up until the day you died...

Or did you? In the dark, soundless atmosphere of the place you had woken up from, there standing meters away was a man; his arms behind his back, his head lowered and a slightly broken halo over his head. His wings were black as obsidian.

You wondered where exactly you were and how you ended up here..