The angel Chasen was sitting in the dark in the Key Room, and under a dark cloud of his own making. He had stopped asking Hutriel to sit with him. It was clear that their paths had forked, and Chasen, consumed with anger and spite, believed that Hutriel was walking away from him. He felt betrayed and he felt numb. The fire that once burned within him so brightly was naught but an ember now. Judas, the villain, had ripped his heart out and replaced it with some black, hungry thing that devoured love and kindness, leaving nothing for Chasen to believe in.
himIf only I could escape this place he thought.
If only I could escape this placeHe contemplated sleep but he knew it would not come easily, so he just closed his eyes and pressed his fingers into his temples until his head ached. He was
