Angels are the messengers of God. The ones supposed to do His job. Supernatural beings that look like humans but have wings...
Everyone knows how angels look like and they simply love them for their features. I bet anyone would like to know or see one. Humans are easily astonished by their slim figure, dazzling beauty, gracious pose and, most of all, their wide, elegant, pure white wings...
All people like the wings of the angels (the possibility of flying always fascinated humans).
However with me is different. Even though I'm an angel, people try their best to not see me, to escape from me...
Why? Why do they always do that? It's not worth it and all it does is make me feel sorry for them, but I still have to do my job. God's job.
I don't understand why humans run away from me. I'm not too different from the others... We're very alike, except for my wings. Although they're wider than the others' they're not white... They're tainted by the darkest colour: black. So are my robes, hair and eyes...
All of you will see me... Ones sooner than the others, but all will.
And then, you'll run away from me. However you'll understand that no one can escape me (for some reason I've the widest wings). You just have to accept the fact that your time has come... Then let me cut the last string that cling you to this world and leave it.
As you've understood I'm no normal angel... I'm the angel that God has confided the job of taking the souls of people who die. The Angel of Death.
