What You Don't Know About Angels

They call us beautiful, say we are flawless, tell us we are chosen. Say god carved us from stone and used our scraps to make humanity.
They tell us we're soldiers, say we are strong, paint us intrepid, whisper we're unstoppable. And we believe them, of course. They are all we've ever known.
They raised us from creation. Took toddlers and transformed them into kings, into heroes.
They said they'd always watch after us. Said we'd never be alone, that unity was in our blood. They lied. Told us the world was corrupted and poisoned. Told us that the poison would spread to us, to our kin, told us we had to stop them.
So we did. They dropped us down, fleet by fleet, creating a brutal war on earth. Angels against humans. And of course we were winning. A genocide of the human race. Whole countries demolished under heavens wrath, myself as the lead.
Children and adults alike morphing into nothing but a solemn sea of red. Our species at the forefront of society, we were everything. We mercilessly slaughtered millions, blinded by fear and loyalty. Didn't know the wrong in what we were doing. Didn't know what right meant.
But then I met her. And my whole world collapsed.