Once, a dying man looked at the sun, and asked a question.

“Why is the world set to have us destroy each other? What will it take to escape this cycle of killing?”

His last breath settled into the air, and set out to answer these questions.

The breath whispered tales of understanding and hope into the ears of savages, and garnered a crowd of worshippers who sought to help the little sun change the world from a cycle of hate and destruction, to a world of understanding and compassion.

But yet, the world stirred.

A group of reapers have benefitted from the cycle of killing, and have bolstered the systems to encourage the little ones to tear each other apart.

Even though the breath had become as great as the sun at this point, the terror of the reapers proved to be far too strong, and it had to seal itself away.

As its last action, it sent out great fragments of itself into the world, to continue on the mission of spreading love to one another. Disconnected from their creator, the angels have to learn how to spread the ideals that they were made for.

Pray that the wayward ones do not become corrupted.