I never wanted to turn my back on Heaven, on my brothers and sisters, but I can't take the chance of being convinced of doing something sinister. I can't bring myself to do things that I don't believe in. 

I thought I was doing the right thing when embarking on my mission. I still do. I just don't believe my brethren are doing the same anymore. Our motives seem to be almost as different as our methods. It's hard to figure out which of my family to trust, if any. 

And that's even if I can bring myself to call any of them family anymore.

Now, my loyalty resides in the hands of two hunting brothers and a demon.

How things have changed.