The Angels came, destroyed our cities, killed billions and mutated the rest of us, Blessed us, or Cursed us Now they hunt us, experiment on us, turn us into soldiers. I'm one of their experiments, an Assassin, a Hunter, but I'm done , I can't take the torture and pain, I'm leaving, I'm rebelling. And the Angels will pay. (AN: Disclaimer. I do not own most of the pictures and jpgs used in this story for illustration. All designs are owned by their respective creators. I do own the story, the characters, and plot, as well as my own designs which I will label as such.)