It started with a scream. A young angel slain by mortal soldier. War between god and his creations. Angels fought for their father, confronting in battles against those they swore to protect.
But I was different, I was young. The youngest born, only forty years of age. I stood away from the war, as far as I could.
My older brother, Juros, would visit me from time to time. The strongest in his ranks. I always knew when he would come, the boonful beatings of his wings echoed through the skies.