"One day, after you are promoted and find out the truth, you will have long wished that I had escaped today...the good ones always do once they find that out." Annabel looked at the wall where she knew the superiors were hiding. "Don't they?" She said with a sad smile. It was not beyond her that now she faced her demise. It was written plain as day on her face. She had been warned that the gods held no power on this day, not that they were real gods anyway. All they were, were a bunch of saints that had died for their deeds and had been granted the sainthood by the Almighty. All she could hope for was to become a saint, not that a petty thief like her could ever be. Even the Queen of Shadows did not get it until she had stolen the night itself.