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The angel Valene is sent as a Watcher to Hell. She can only look, not to get involved in anything she see's. What is the point of being an angel is she can't stop the pain? Note: This is only a short story. If it gets a lot of reads I might even think of making it into a new story.
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Prologue - Zac Let me put this as simple as I can - there are some things in life that exists, not for pleasure or for gain, and I am one of them. But no matter how much I wished I wasn't created this way or how alone I must always choose to be, I would never have wished I had not met her. Even as I know I will pay the price dearly for knowing her, I would not exchange any moments I had with her, all her joy and all her sadness she let me feel with her. How precious is her life and how insignificant will be mine. And when it all ends, I will feel no regret. Now that that's out of the way, how could I even hoped that HEAVEN BEND...Redemption? Have I not lost my ticket on that by now? They watch my every move and predicted my inane behaviour - there is nothing worse than the compelling hands of the dying to throw one off track. A very good distraction, even I had to admit I was distracted from my situation. Problem is, I don't get to click Refresh! Damn .. And now she has seen what I have not dared to admit to myself - I care for the whispers of the dying, and for this she knows I am undecided.

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