'That was such a strange experience...'
Walking down the empty road to his car, Richard was deep in thought.
'I can faintly remember it... But that Faceless said something about an Angel.'
As far as he knew, Angels didn't exist. At least in the holy, Messengers of God sense.
The only Angels that did exist were Fallen Angels. Dark, beautiful creatures from the depths of the abyss, each one no weaker than the Prince of Darkness rank.
'Is a Fallen Angel responsible for this?' He couldn't help but think.
Flowers of Babylon didn't just grow randomly. Most of them had already been destroyed centuries ago and the ones that weren't were safely kept in the vaults of the Circle and the Church.
'That might be true. But it still does change the fact that I have one right in my pocket her—'
His eyes widened,
"Damn it! Did I drop it?" He briskly searches the pockets of his coat then sighed.
"Do I go back?"
