There was… a famous saying in our world. 'One bad apple ruin the bunch' Wasn't it?
Those words rang throughout my hollow head as thousands of women with golden hair rose into the sky, beating their white wings until they were out of sight. One, who seemed to be the leader, held a burnt corpse with wings in her hands, tears streaming out of her eyes. Angels have died before, that much wasn't a surprise. But this one have been done by human hands.
A high pitched laughter rang from a guy who had spiky yellow hair. Surrounded with friends, they too, began to laugh. Their tools and armor covered with golden blood. My eyes widen. Angel's blood. They're the ones who killed the angel. The yellow haired man laughed again.
"Oh come on, she didn't even drop anything!" His group complained. They're uneducated fools who climbed to the top from the bottom, ones who have never been taught anything. They didn't know the consequences of their actions.
The lead angel began singing, a beautiful but sorrowful tune that started playing on our systems. Everyone in the world was listening in. The fools with his friend didn't care though. They continued chatting as the rest of the world was captivated. She sang and sang until we couldn't hear her anymore.
We realized too late what that meant.
She stopped and gave us a sad smile. Unanimously, all of our systems uttered one more word. Goodbye.
It sounded as if all the windows in the world broke at the same time. Our system screen cracked as if someone hit it with a baseball bat. Crumbling to the ground, the shards slowly disappeared. With slow horror tearing at my brains, I knew that humanity will disappear with it.