3046, world falls into oblivion. Corpses crawl upon earth and lather their silvery rich red blood upon our land. Cities crumble and humanity falls. Yet he lays in the puddle of human blood and closes his eyes. His golden iris shuts and refuses to change the truth. His pure black wings would rather chain itself than free us from this Hell. Although his wounds heal I can see the scars implanted forever upon his ice cold skin. The scars us humanity inflicted upon him. So here he watches in amusement as we all wither and die, exacting his revenge. Our meaningless pleads mean nothing to him just as we had once ignored his cries. How we had taken his humanity and taken his life. He is emotionless, heartless and cruel. Would he listen to me? Would such a immortal creature accept my plea? To savor what we have offered in his childhood and please save humanity? With his own life?