{Their end is destruction; their god is their stomach; their glory is in their shame. They are focused on earthly things.}

I am Gwenith Iana, perhaps the most feared Angel of Destruction the world had ever come across since the Making.

Beautiful I am not, for I am sure that there will be a more breathtaking being than I, somewhere in this vast universe. But possessing a pure soul, I do, for my entire being was, is, and will be imbued with a radiant light. Others called me by the title of the Merciless One, for I never believed in second chances, destroying those who sinned against the Lord, punishing them for turning their paths away from the Light, condemning them to the very bowers of Hell.

Perhaps that's why my fellow Angels do not commonly like me, and perhaps that's why the mortals do not mention my name. They believed that I have loved none other than myself. But are you truly what they say you are? You would ask, and I cannot answer you. I remember loving once, but that was ages ago. Now, the only love I bore is for Him, and the hate, the black raging hate inside me is for all those who do not love Him. People who performed actions far worse than common blasphemy.

My story is short, but a story no less. Perhaps, you of all people, would understand more than I will.