"One day sister, I want to be just like you..." ... but it never happened. I became one of the damned. I will never know the joy or grace that surrounded my elder sister like a halo. I will die in this battle, and I will be sent back to hell as a mortal this time, to be tortured as a mortal would. This long wreary exsistance of mine will never find peace... but if my last moments can be used to spare another innocent my fate, then these shattered wings are not wasted. (please ignore the little lines across the picture. I scanned this twice but they're still there )