• The wind blew softly through the garden as if a song were being sung along with the breeze, it wasn't a song but more of a request, god needed help. A figure shrouded in light stood tall towering over the world as his hands wound their way around it, as if holding a baby. God seemed unhappy, for today was the day that the towers fell, the fact that one could hate another country that much made him sad.

    The six angel masters began to gather as god hung his head, bowing they flapped their six wings they took to the air around God covering their face and feet, for they were considered dirty to look at.

    "Look my children," God said to them. The angels uncovered their eyes to gaze upon the earth, the northern continent was seething with pain, the attack had hurt everyone.

    "I have decided to send you to earth, even if everyone who lives to breath is of the same blood and origion, they choose hate over love, and pain over me," he spoke. "You will all go to where I send you, now go and comfort those who have lost," God said before sending them all off to earth. "Sera," God motioned for the angel of light to come forward.

    "Father?" The she angel asked.

    "I want to to take care of North America, their pain is worse then any of the others in the world, go my child and brighten their existence," God spoke to her and she bowed before him and left.

    Sera, the angel master of light made her way to earth and saw the sad figure of the Angel of Death, lurking above the broken buildings he showed a face of pain. Sera couldn't help but feel bad for him, a job like that couldn't make anyone happy.

    "Sera," he called to her. She flapped her wings as her black hair cascaded around her, flying over to the angel as graceful as the wind.

    "Painful, isn't it?" She asked. He nodded with sadness in his eyes, tears began to pour out her eyes as the pain of everyone came crashing down on her.

    "You feel it don't you?" He asked this time.

    "I've been assigned here, the emotions and pain of everyone has also now become my own," she whimpered.

    "I know you'll do fine," he said embracing her. "You should go and start to help now," he said. She looked at him almost longingly. "I wish I could help you but I'm sad to say I still need to be here," he smiled kindly at her before she flew away.

    "I'm afraid we'll meet soon enough," he whispered to her retreating form.