If you're reading this then either I died before I could finish it, or I somehow managed to get this published. Considering everything that is going on right now, the former seems infinitely more likely. My name is Aquilius, and I am a Guardian of the Path, I believe you humans call us 'Angels'. What I'm called is not important, all you need to know is that the world you know is not as it seems. In back alleys and forgotten fields a war rages through your very existence. You humans are amazing really, able to shut out that which truly scares you. An impressive mental defense, but not one that can save you indefinitely. Eventually the truth e