Ansel is more than a fallen angel, he's a fallen angel gone rouge and hellish with his own Mafia. Mixing angelic weapons, armor, and craftsmanship with pure brutality he runs an steel fisted regime on the streets of Washington D.C. Scars? Ya he has plenty... Tattoos? Hundreds of skulls stars and markings all over him. Meanings? Rank, loyalty, and his deadly path to hell. Why is there even a accounting of these events? Well... Because I am Ansel... And I'm in prison after hell caught up with me and sent me to the second worst place. Supernatural and the human race don't seem to mix well. I learned that the hard way.All Rights Reserved