Well. Time to make it clear. Walter slowly sat down, back against a tree trunk and lowered his arm. Some birds stayed settled, some fluttered back up to the lower branches. It seemed some misinformation was spreading about him, if they were warning Wrath that he would attack other humans. He thought he had made his intentions and motives clear. But at the end of the day, Henry was human. He would allow his anger and hate to blind him to the Truth, or even willingly tell others lies about him. It was disappointing coming from the Receiver of Wisdom but entirely unexpected.

"They were talking about me." He put his hands together, looking down at them. "Back where we came from, our world is extremely cruel and stained by human sin and evil. When I was young, I was bound to an angel and Blessed with certain powers of theirs. I hoped for a long, long time, that humans would be better than what I had been taught. But I was wrong. So I began a ritual; the 21 Sacraments; to bring the corrupt world to an end and open the gates of Paradise."

He was explaining very patiently, like a teacher talking to a student. "Twenty-one people must die for the ritual to be complete, to save millions of others and grant them eternity in Heaven. I was the eleventh to die. Henry is to the twenty-first, the last."