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As she watched the Angel shed silent tears, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the beautiful creature. She had just witnessed a major battle between two opposing forces. The Angelic's had won but had lost somebody of vital importance in order to claim victory. Angelus, leader of the Angelic's, had given up his life in battle to save another. Dante, leader of the Demonic's, had struck the killing blow before retreating, leaving everybody in shock. The Angelic looked up, noticed the child and stood up. "How much did you see?" He asked her softly. "E-everything." The girl stammered. "You poor child." The Angelic brushed a few stray strands of hair from the child's face. "Do you have a name?" The girl shook her head, feeling slightly scared. "I'll call you Angel. I am Angelus." "But-" The girl stopped and looked down. "What is it Angel?" Angelus asked softly, noticing her composure change slightly. "Didn't you get killed by that evil man?" She looked up, her blue eyes searching his. "I placed a holographic illusion on another Angelic so I may live." Angelus sighed. Angel looked back down. "Price of war right?" She asked softly. "For one so young, you know so much." Angelus sat down slowly. Every move he made seemed so graceful. "Wisdom is slowly gained through learning from your mistakes." Angel said with fierce determination. Then she sighed, a tear sliding down her cheek. Angelus noticed this and raised a hand to wipe the tear away.