It wasn't a normal storm, that much was obvious...but never had I imagined that human beings were such destructive creatures that they would call upon their doom. Of all things, why the angels? Since coming to the surface all I ever saw them do was fight, fight, fight, fight, and I thought they were doing what we couldn't, you know, fighting the powers that be. But no, like children, they were ruining themselves for that deceiving whisper promising them a sliver of hope through the cracks of a broken mirror.
"I'll admit, it took me longer to notice than necessary but at the time I could have sworn that they were fighting for more than just another messiah to pledge whatever remained of their being to." V had told this story to his friend with a broken heart as he looked back on the horrors of the Night of Heaven's Fall.