"You are an angel, Azriel. Our hearts, our minds, our souls and bodies are made for helping. We're made for things like this. To keep peace in order. No matter who, where, or what." "A lost, fellow angel. Blondest of locks, ocean eyes, smoothest, lightest of skin... I will find you. I promise. Don't lose hope." He thought to himself, but another clamorous thought filled his head. "These features...Sound so familiar." A gullible Angel has been lured into a pitless void, the contrasting gateway of heaven. The stray soul is interrogated by insensitive demons, but one contradicts the situation. Will he let the poor lost boy be devoured by other cold hearted demons?