Lights Requiem

"You are untainted, your soul pure as freshly fallen snow. You are the only one we can dwell among."

They are not fallen angels, no. They were sent down, out of the heavens to complete a task. On earth they find refuge with the most ethereal being ever. Besides themselves of course.

Their powers still remain, and they make use of them, these stunning seven. Mirages of colors and unknown borders of gold, swirling around the head of their sanctuary's owner, spinning her life with shimmers and sights, things of higher beings. Some joyful, enchanting. Few sudden and sour. Kind intentions,
Or mischievous ambitions. Where good is, bad follows.

But innocent little Caralina doesn't mind.