From the shadows she emerged, the paragon of wrath, dark seraph of the night sky.
Wings spread wide, she stepped forward, unleashing a power unlike any other, tearing away all in her path and all surrounding.
Tension filled the air as she trudged toward the woman before her, worn and stricken with the sorrow and guilt of past sins.
The blood of the betrayed still dripped from her hands as she gripped the wristwatch tightly, still paused at the exact time she left this place years ago, still carrying the exact pain she felt when she became what stood before her, pure animosity running down its face, eyes of deep hatred shut softly.
Silence.

…

The guilt-ridden sought peace within the heart of the innocent, still beating slowly with the dysphoria of a millennium passed.
She clasped it tightly, closed her eyes, and fell to the ground, fulfilling her purpose.