In a world where demons and angels roam the earth, living among humans. Life and Death meet every so often, to work together and decides who gets to live and who dies.Warming: May be some minor language
Cries almost as loud as a french horn. A gift from heaven, is a baby being born. Life stood leaning onto the wall, watching on as the twin babies are born. He never liked an loud environment, but he'd never miss the birth of an angel. Especially since there were two. Hugged up together, with peachy soft skin. It almost looked as though they were glowing. Life then began to move his hands in a circular motion. Coming from his finger tips were a light shade of blue and green mist. He walks towards the set of babies and let one shade enter each. He smiles to himself as he gave them each a set of powers. He turns around and faze out back to where he came from. The Silas.
