The angel had no time to rest, the one room, the one soul, cleared and then one to the one next door.
Rooms and buildings and the streets where the battles ran and ran never ending.
One room and soul fought for and then onto the next one, spiritual attrition, their fate to fight until His Return.
The blood and ruin the demons had left everywhere, the shattered rooms and torments that happened there,
How much more would there be?
Just a moment to look at the Fountain of Laughing Children, before the next room and soul to fight for.
And there was one lost girl, one broken child he adores, that fights hardest for, that he wants to heal,
To baptize in the waters of the Fountain of Laughing Children, so she can be an innocent again.
I hope in an endless war.