His angelic voice carried blocks from the entrance of the cathedral, a sad, unhappy angel who lamented while singing instead of crying and expressing his entire cry of pain and suffering.

It's an angel, the place for angels is heaven – What we most often think. The flames of the candles lit in several candlesticks in the chapel illuminated, replacing the light that she had lost. Maybe an angel fallen?

You heard from afar, you knew that only that angel was there, without the presence of priests or threats like that. You appeared in a mysterious way, your dark aura entering the church and your face contorting as he passes by the basin of holy water.

Approaching from behind, he slowly ran his hands over the girl's wings, which no longer had any shine – You remember that it was like that, but now it was only a threat to places like that.