But...
Vennezuela, Catatumbo.
In the darkness, a spark of light ignites, starting its journey. The White wings glint brightly in the saturated rains as the bolt strikes it.
Over and over again. Breath... The sound faded in the stormy wind before the black angel eyes blinked out crimson tears... He hadn"t cried since his childhood. Now his body shuddered. Breathing loudly and heavily. Even the world was spinning around him. His hands were veiny and b****y. His entire frame contracted, and for a fraction of a second, in the heavenly torrent of thunder, the sparks of his flesh swiftly moved in cycles, then joined again. Silence descended. Ttm... ttm... ttm... ttm... ttm...
""Breath..."" he heard the voice.
""Is done?"" asked Mark quietly.
""Not yet..."" the reply followed, and another b
