I did not ask for his help.
I did not require his help.
I do not why they would want to help me.
Why would they help.....a monster?
A monster who's powers radiates from a darkness that makes Hell itself tremble with fear.
I'm not human, I'm not a Fear, I'm not even a Demon.
I do not know what I am.
What am I really?
Am I some kind of fly swatter?
Destined to swat away evil from the universe?
My former brethern are trapped in eternal torment.
Sometimes I wish to join them.
Since the Rebellion...I was blind...and I was naive..and foolish.
I killed my brothers....my comrades.
And..nearly killed Rogue.
Damn you Lucifer....damn you.
It was because I was too trusting...too vunerable.
And from that day forth...I changed.
I am no longer the Angel I once was.
I am something else.
I will keep on fighting...
I will keep on protecting...
To my very last breath...
And I won't stop...