"Penny for your thoughts," her voice murmured as light as the wind and fast as the beacon of the fake sun. Alexiel was made of elements, of Creation and, now, of Destruction as well. She was unstable and changing, she could feel the unstoppable lost of her original identity while her self was merging with what she took from her brother.

God's heartless doll, his beloved daughter, the Messiah of demons and angel of retribution; the glorious goddess of warfare and former great organic angel. She had called herself angel of death, but that name was empty, she was... different.

No longer a twin or a sister, Alexiel felt, for the first time in the immeasurable eons of her existence, so confused and alone. That weakness was what she tried to hide from him. She wouldn't like to be vulnerable. Fragility was a trait neither wanted to show.

"That's what humans say, isn't it?"