I am cursed, to walk alone. Slaying darkness that roams the land, killing evil that goes against God's bidding. I hunt, and I slay, all in his name, and to protect his people.
I have been here for several hundred years, walking invisibly among the living, spreading miracles, and saving lives. Not asking to be rewarded, just taking pleasure in doing right.
But, when it started, there were thousands of us. Hundreds of thousands, but they lost faith. They lost faith in their God, they lost faith in our land. And they turned to dark, evil creatures. Brother turned on Brother.
We fought until only one of us was left. Me. I am doomed to walk alone in a land where people refuse to believe, where people have given up hope. But I will continue Gods work, as instructed, loyal until I am struck down.

As I walked the desolate, blackened, diseased Earth, trees still smoldering of the recent fire that was started here, I see death. War. Famine.
Deep in thought, I find myself being followed. I wheel about to face whatever this foul creature may be, and I see a Wraith.
She screeches, and I shudder, still never used to the sound. It was the sound of pain, remorse, regret. Hate. She rushed me, and unprepared, slashed me across my arm, cutting deep. I fumble, and grad my sword, spinning about, unfurling my majestic wings, and I slash downward, cutting her in half. Giving her redemption.

As her soul floats off. I kneel over in pain. I can feel the hate, and anger from her in my wounds. Slowly, thoughts over take me, thoughts of being abandoned, alone, unwanted. As I slowly realise the truth in these words, I feel a change. A shift in myself. I see my once majestic, white wings, turn to shadows. The light I once strived for burning me... And most of all, I felt power. I smiled devilishly, and cracked my knuckles, looking about. I had a thrist to hurt, to kill.

I flew, quicky, to the nearest town, and touched a person. He started to hack, to choke, and he fell over, boils covering his body. I laughed, the joy filling me. I felt some more power enter me, and I let my tendrils grow, touching everyone near me. I had begun my quest. My quest to hurt everyone who had abandoned me. Everyone.

Years past, and I had never felt more alive. I was feared. People knew I had existed. They called me a plague. The Black Plague, The Bubonic Plague, The Black Death. It felt empowering. All I had to do is simply touch one person, and anarchy broke out. People were accused of being witches, and damned to Hell, people were burnt to death for just having red marks. And all I did was sit back, and enjoy it. It filled me with a crazy joy I had never felt before. I loved it.

One day, I was traveling along a blackened path that had something to it, something that had awoken a memory. One of me before the Change. I sat, quite for a minute, remembering, pondering. Then I seen a light, a light that burned! And I heard trumpets. Trumpets that told of a marveolous person. I looked up, sheilding my eyes, and there before me was my creator. My savior. God.

"You have failed me. Your purpose was to save, to heal, to protect." His mighty voice shook me into submission, while also soothing me. Creatures of the land stopped and gazed on Him, amazed.
"Why, my son?" He asked, sounding like a disappointed father. Which he was.

Then it hit me. "Father, I was alone! Burdened! And full of hate! Father forgive me! Strike me down, strike me down to Hell, for that is where I belong! Save me! I have failed you.." I sobbed, realising my mistakes. I stood up, head bent downward, ready to be smite. I knew I deserved it.

"No, my son. I shall not. While you have made a grave mistake, you can be given new life." With that, he touched me. And I felt a fire inside, burn away the darkness, and replace it with light, burn away the hate, and filll it with love. "Go now, heal those who can be saved. Your bothers shall be joining you shortly. Remember, that even in the loniest of times, I am there, watching over you." He said, kissing my forehead. With new resolve, I spread my wings, remembering how they felt when a breeze brushed through them, and I flew. I flew to the nearest villager, and cleansed them, reviving their faith. And it felt better than any of the hurt I spread. I felt right.

With God's glory on our side, we soon vanquished evil, and flew for Heaven, waiting for our next task, which would lie ahead. And all of this taugh me something.

Don't lose faith, in whomever you may believe in, and don't lose faith in yourself.