Angel Of Death

Death strolled through the doors of the house taking those whose lives she deemed worthless. Preying upon sinners playing as saints. Under the cover of night she enters, silent as the night. Never seen up close but spotted with blood stained wings as she takes flight. A scythe held in one hand, blood reflecting off of it in the moonlight. Wicked and cruel is Death to her victims but kind to those she leaves alone. Death does not travel alone, a goddess of winter accompanies her, cold and cruel as the season she represents. She needs no external weapon as her power with ice is enough to make even the bravest men's run cold.

One day a murder goes wrong and the Goddess of Winter is captured, the Angel has gone silent and a mystery arises. Who is targeting her? Why do they want her? And why is one of her tormentors being kind to her?

A/N Cover Art is not mine but the story is