<div align="center"><strong>Iofiel -The skies above Phoenix Arizona</strong></div><br/>Blackened wings tasted the sky as Iofiel glided high in the air. The world below looked tiny and so fragile from high in the air the high way like a black ribbon stretching from one horizon to the next with a toy like city crumbling in the center. To most the sight of the dead city would have left a pang of unease, it wasn't right to see something once so grand falling apart but even in it's destruction Iofiel saw the unique beauty of it.<br/><br/>She was musing far too prone to be lost in her own thought drawn to the same beauty she was charged with showing the world, when a flickering caught her gaze. She drew in her wings diving towards the sight until she could see the flames, feel the heat of the fire pushing her back into the air. her fingers combed the air above the flames as if she itched to touch them, feel their texture against her fingertips.<br/><br/>A movement, a shadow caught her gaze before her fingertips could touch the hungry flames.  Iofiel lifted herself into the air with a beat of her wings scattering the ever present ash around her, it swirled in the air like dark glitter highlighting her dark beauty. Her gaze found the only other living being as it, he walked away.<br/><br/>Her gaze took in his long body, the pure white wings sweeping from his back, dark hair that lifted slightly in the air as he walked. It took her several moments but his name came back to her like an echo from the past. She laughed lightly the sound catching in the hot air and reverberating against the broken buildings.<br/><br/>Lowering herself in the air she perched on the edge of a crumbling building just ahead and above the Arch Angel of Death. The dry breeze caught her flame red hair pushing it back from her face and her wings half open balancing her littering ash around her, making her look not quite of this world. She wore a flowing black dress that fluttered in the air a mockery of the angelic garb she once wore.<br/><br/>"And I thought they'd keep you, Azrael, locked up good and tight." She said with a cruel laugh weather she spoke to herself or to him it was impossible to tell. Her fingers combed the air tracing his pure white wings a look of longing flickering in her silver eyes before buried once more and her smirk returning. "A gift for you brother, to celebrate your freedom." she said her grin cunning and cruel, "A single glimpse of someone you care about greatly." She said twisting her fingers in the air till it looked like she was painting the very world around them.<br/><br/>The air shimmered as a vail seemed to fall around them and a dark room came into being so real that if your reached out to touch it every one of your senses would tell you it was real. Screams could be heard, terrible sounds of pain that ripped at the very soul making one want to put their hands over their ears and cringe away. The door before them opened just a sliver and in the low light tangled shining blond hair slowly soaking up the dark red blood along the dirty floor could be seen, a face twisted in such pain the image seemed to burn into one mind, haunting their thoughts, glistening tears clinging to Arial's lashes.<br/><br/>The world around them dissolved and Iofiel's cruel laugh could be heard as they returned to the crumbling city. She spread her chard winged and with a mighty beat lifted into the air smiling down at Azrael. "A single glimpse Azrael how I look forward to showing you more." she said her smile as sharp as a knifes blade as she beat her wings and lifted further into the air. There was no way to tell if what she'd show was more of her illusions or truth only she knew for sure if the 'beauty' she'd shown was something of her creation or a reality of the world.<br/><br/>