Dried Blood

Diana watched as the stranger took his last breath, the candle floating on his shoulder wavered and went out. It was like watching life leave a body, silently and aloofly. What seemed to be the stranger's soul stood gazing at its physical form with an impassive gaze as his angel of death rested her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her with readiness in his eyes and nodded, to which the angel responded with an imperceptible upturn of lips as they both began to dematerialise into thin air.

In a world where angels of death take human souls to hell after death without interference, Diana finds herself escaping from the clutches of death. Her saviour? Kallai, her angel with dark wings.