Third story: Halfway Down The Sky
They walked together...No one seemed to notice the two men walking down the street, wearing black pants and black t-shirts with the a white logo of an angel being impaled. One would think the black leather trench coats made them particularly menacing. And yet, no one turned a head. No one listened to them speaking of how the world was a mess. How no one understood the message.
Dreyu and Christoph. One demon and one angel. Walking in sync to the beat of everyone's heart beat. No one understood. No one could accept that they weren't all right.
"How can these creations be so close minded?" Dreyu asked in a monotone voice.
Christoph responded, "The same way the first of them were. And the same way the rest will always be."