The scent of smoke floated across the winds and into Seraphina's pale nose, the wind caressing her short black tresses as she looked out across the land. Disgust passed though her as she looked at what the monkey's had done to her beloved God's creation. Seraphina stood atop an old church roof its windows broken the colored glass covering the ground along with the many other building's dropping's one might call. Her small hand clasping the now slanted cross, it was unfortunate for the innocent that they had to perish as well, but she knew that even one bad one could corrupt  thousands. She had been merciful to those who had been faithful, but all the same she did her duty to her creator as was her job. The small daggers clung to her bare legs the weapons of her choice, they served her well in her many battles. She was not a strong warrior but she had pure cold hard determination which she clung too as if it were air. Taking in one last look of the small town she breathed deeply holding her resolve close as her black wings unsheathed themselves from there hidden place within her. With this she jumped off the old church roof which crumbled at the absence of her weight into a pile of wood and metal as she flew across the land once again.