Angels are destined to find the light through the dark. Yet, they have not kept to that promise, to the path in which they are all supposed to follow. Whispers from one ear travels quickly as they fear the one that holds complete power over death. The future is unknown to them but the past is what they now use to strengthen their fragile wings. They live every moment in fear of death and dread the one flight they were made to make from the commencement of time.
The thought of darkness and defeat began to devour their minds until there was only a dim lingering light remaining. Angels fear they will vanish into the dark and that their life will end before it begins. A time has been created where they have begun to judge each other by their elements, by the authority that they possess. These angels have become something they no longer know, a species that will soon die out. They have now become desperate in saving their own kind.
These angels are not frightened of dying as that is a normal part of their existence. What they fear is being annihilated by one of their kind, their own kin. This angel holds a title that burns lips and terrifies hearts. They have tried desperately to imprison this betrayer, this Angel that cannot die. However, they are forever thwarted from their attempts, not because it is impossible but because death itself is against them.
They have forgotten how to see the light through the dark. Now, they only live to hide from death, trying frantically to detain it. They are nothing but Angels slowly losing that journey in the light, because it has been shaded by the dark.
They fear their own kind.
They fear the Angel of Death.
They fear the Angel with Dark Wings.