The crystal lattice snow fell continuously, dancing to the rhythm of the cool winter breeze, curling like sparkling spindrifts, leaving an endless beauty against the brown and grey soil of the earth. The city was quiet as the people assembled at the square. Nobody spoke except for one…
"Kill them all" A voice of a young warrior rang in the square bringing everyone back to the present. Nobody moved or utterd a word after her. She turned back and said, "This is my order."
"Your wish is my command, your highness" a giant man who stood beside her bowed. He turned to the crowd that surrounded the prisoners and nodded. The guards understood the language. They began to prepare to welcome the Angel Azrael. He was the angel in charge of death.
"H-ha-V-ve me-rcy, princess" One of the prisoners fell on his knees while pleading for mercy. Due to hunger and cold, his voice trembled and failed alongside his lips.
