Over the city, two feet swung leisurely over the edge of a building's rooftop. The owner, a young blonde woman, whispered a happy tune as her feet tapped the brick wall to the beat of her mind's song. Other than her current location and the manifestation of great, white wings on her back, nothing was remarkable about her.

"Kristiel," came a stern voice. The blonde angel turned her head and saw the owner of said voice, a woman with fiery red hair being gently set down on the rooftop by her wings. She was Camael, a Seraph. "What are you doing here? Were you not tasked to watch over a dying man?"

Kristiel pursed her lips, but didn't dare turn her back on her superior. "I simply came to view the wondrous sights the city has to offer. I thought perhaps I might be able to show Mr. Olivera one last look at the city he grew up in one last time before I lead him back to the Creator."

Camael arched her brow as she turned to scan the city. Grey, dull buildings produced black smoke that would become the humans' undoing. Every corner held a brothel or some other establishment of sin and disgrace. The humans' hearts were corrupted by darkness - each and every one of them. There was nothing beautiful about the city. Nothing at all like the beautiful utopia the Creator had gifted men before. No, this city was soiled with destruction and chaos. "There is no beauty here," she concluded.

"But there is," Kristiel retorted, a hand pointing towards a hole in the wall establishment. "The people here find happiness despite the disasters that befall them."

Camael's eyes narrowed at the name of the establishment; the Rave. Before the entrance was a long line of assorted people. She knew right then and there that it was not an establishment meant to honor the Creator. "Kristiel, say your prayers," she ejaculated. "That establishment you speak of is a place of sin."

The blonde angel shook her head. "Could a place that gives joy to the hearts of man be so horrible? I have seen many leave this establishment with a smile on their face and a beloved on their arm. It is a place of love, Seraph. Do you not watch over such businesses?"

"Do not question me, young one." The irritation was evident in her voice, but Camael could not deny that yes, she was the angel of love and if that place did give love, then it was her duty to watch over it too. But she did not like the darkness that enveloped it. "An establishment of love shrouded in the darkness of sin."

"Then cleanse it." Kristiel stood up, her feet inches from leaving the stable ground of the rooftop. Her wings had spread wide as she prepared for flight. Before she did so, she spoke softly, "Give the city a chance. We are here to protect it, dear sister."

Left alone, Camael pondered the merits of visiting the establishment. She would be able to see for herself what kind of happiness it offered, and she would be able to learn more of the people they were tasked to protect from the demons that lurked. If such demon would be there, it would be against the rules set upon them to reveal themselves. In a way, such a place could become a no-man's ground, and Camael could attempt to cleanse it from evil. She nodded to no one as she made up her mind. She jumped over the edge and landed in an abandoned alley with the grace angels were known for. She shook her shoulder, her wings disappearing as if they were dust.

"May the Creator's blessing shine upon us now and forevermore," she prayed silently. She took a deep breath, and stepped out into the city.