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How can a Whitelighter die crashing from beyond to Earth?
A fallen angel, people might have thought, was really just a lost soul; pure, empty, trying to find who he still loved ... a soul; deprived of purity, sinful, dark, dragged into the bowels of the earth under her breath, separating them, killing for the second time two already dead souls.
The white soul rose from its red blood soaked in its immaculate white robes, raised its crystalline blue eyes only to see his beloved sorry soul, embraced him they mingled in that pure weeping, in their robes.
Then they left, disappeared in the day, in the meadow and in their sins.