"Kill the angels."

Those were the words Alpha had heard from his father ever since he was old enough to form thoughts. The man who had taken him in, raised him, and guided him had repeated it endlessly.

"Hate the angels."

Alpha, as a child, had once questioned why.

Aren’t angels supposed to be kind? A tiny part of him had held onto that doubt, a seed of hesitation buried deep in his heart.

But his father had been insistent.

"Angels are vile beings who corrupted the world."

"They sought to claim the Twelve Moons, plunging the world into chaos."