Judas was sitting in his favourite armchair nursing a large vodka tonic and thinking about the night that Angel Dave had died. He could still see his friend clearly, cradling that horrific bomb in his arms and using those powerful wings to take the infernal device as far away as possible from the hundreds of innocent Under Folk who had been trapped inside the White Tower. It was the night that the giants Gogmagog and Corenius had been due to fight. Judas remembered the look on his face. Angel Dave had been excited and determined, and it hurt Judas to think that he would never see that face again.
Judas had not seen him die, but had been told by shocked onlookers that Angel Dave had exploded in the night sky. But there was no new star to remember him by. Judas felt angry and impotent and h
