49: Nol

Blood dripped from his hands. The deafening silence of the crowd that surrounded him was earsplitting. The mangled corpse of the man lay crumbled at his feet, a pool of dark red blood gathered beneath him. Astonished and fearful gazes peered into him, judging him.

"You killed him..." A small child whispered. He peered over at the young girl dressed in dirty rags with her mother standing behind her. Freckles dotted the young girl's cheeks and nose, her dirty red hair a tangled mess, yet relief reflected in her eyes.

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"How could you?!" A powerful voice thundered around him, forcing him to his knees. "You killed a mortal!"

"I killed an abuser! A molester!" He argued in turn.

"That is not your call to make." The voice countered back. He tried to peer up at the commanding presence, but was overwhelmed by the sheer force of it. "You are a Guardian. You are only meant to protect the innocent!"

"I protected the child!" He retorted. "I did what I believed was right."

"You're an Angel.