Golden Feathers

Don't trust no one the devil was once an angel... We who roam the dark to protect those who walk the light, we who fought and was fallen. We can't escape our fullfilled destinies nor we can end it, we started an infinite and never ending war. Our emotions we're torn and forever faded... But can a someone like me a Phoenix learn to feel again...

"This is my last blow!!" my old man said then he vanished into ash and a golden feather appeared before his ashes