The journey to Earth was a thing angels would talk endlessly about. The rush of wind, overwhelming feeling of humanity, and breath of new life filled each one with joy and wonder, no matter how many times they would travel there. To new angels though, it was like ambrosia. Arietta got her first taste on a cold winter's evening, the first snow of the season settling down into the ground. Nobles were dressed in the finest frocks money could buy. Happy smiles grazed each child's face as they tried to catch the falling snow. It was a scene like none other. "Brother.... It is wondrous." She whispered, still afraid that one of the humans would notice them. Gadreel had of course masked their presence, but she still feared of discovery. It was a child-like fear. "It is, isn't it? Humanity is Fathers greatest creation, even more special than ourselves." The blonde spoke with knowledge. He had been to visit Father's world many times, and each time, it amazed him more and more. They continued to walk upon the roofs of the shops that littered the main streets. No footsteps, no footprints were heard or seen. No indication they were even there. But some knew. "Thank you for bringing me, Brother," Arietta grasped his hand with a smile. She was still so overtook by everything she had only seen from heaven. "It was my pleasure, Little One." The happy mood evaporated as Gadreel froze. "What is it, Brother?" "Ssh," He put a finger to his lips as the sound echoed in his ears. In the blink of an eye, a sword flashed through the air, coming between the two of them. Arietta jumped back, her eyes going wide. "Gadreel!" Her head turned many ways as at least 10 men closed in on them. Who were they?" "Gadreel!" The young angel screamed again, fright creeping in on her. "Stay calm," He drawled out, unsheathing a sword of his own. It was a brilliant gold, flaming letters engraving every inch. Following his movements, she drew her own sword. Her's was a simple silver with silver engraving bordering its outer sides. At the sight of the swords, the demons attacked. Swords and claws clashed with fury, each side trying it's best to hold their ground. Gadreel and Arietta fought with the ease only an angel could have, swift and light movements mirroring a beautiful dance. The battle lasted only for a couple of minutes, though it seemed like hours. The last demon was brought down with a slash to the neck by Arietta's sword. She could feel sleep drawing her in before stumbling to Gadreel. "Are... you okay," her light voice came out in wisps, the cold air seeming to be chillier than earlier. He steadied her as she began to stumble before re-clamping a hand to the wound in his side. "I am fine. Do not worry." In her dreary state, she didn't notice his actions and nodded. Nor did she notice the two demons coming behind Gadreel till it was too late. "Gadreel!" The scream tore through her throat as he was drug away, his wings being held in his back by their arms. Her own set broke free from its cage, trying to set flight on the one's that took him. Before Arietta could attempt to save him, a sharp pierce cut through her chest. Pain spread through every inch of her, a stinging ache bringing her to her knees. 'Am i dying,' the angel thought. Blood trickled into the snow, creating a beautiful pink color. 'Is this the end?' "Leave the runt," one growled before motioning for the rest to follow where her brother had went. 'Wait,' No voice escaped her mouth. Just silence. The darkness enveloped her, the cold becoming one.