NEON HALO

On the outskirts of the city of Oxford, in the morning's early hours, two horned men walked in silence as the world slept. They had travelled a long way to reach where they were now, side by side, striding down a countryside path which was lit by nothing, but moonlight. Despite their efforts to shy away from the streetlamps they had been seen in the village, but of course, this did not matter to them. There is power in belief, perhaps power beyond all else. It had always been a confusion of sorts for angels, fallen or otherwise, that the Children of Adam believe things must be seen to be believed. When, on the contrary, without belief, you wonder through a life that has never seen the sun rise.