The Nighted

Serving death on a silver platter , punishing the sinful for deeds with a power right from hell .

- that's what they do , the agents .

Here, in this madness, where the line between good and bad blurs, this is where they exist, blending in the crowd, on the road, in the rooms, hiding their claws in the shadows..



This is just a peek through the only window that opens into this enigma of a world, where there are no heroes, no villains..









"Not all angels are good my child, there's a reason why hell came to be.."