"Even though they are 'tainted,' these feathers are so pretty-" Aurem is about to pull a feather out, when the boy grabs her wrist. "Are you crazy?" He looks worried for a second, and then calms down. "No, nobody told you." "Told me what? I've already lost a few when I ran into the floor..." She rambles, her partner facepalms. "Your feathers are like a divine life-force while you're here. If they're all gone, your soul will descend into Hell, and in your case, your human body will die too. The man looks her in the eyes. "You clearly don't want to die." Aurem folds back her wings. "Oh... wow. No, I definitely don't." ***** In a world where Angels are the only barrier between a seemingly normal life and a living Hell, it is the highest honor to guard the living once their time on earth is spent. Well, not for Aurem. An untimely death forces her to make a deal with a higher power, a bargain that hangs her very existence by a thread. Will she live up to it?