Nothing was black and white. It was grey and gold. Little splatters of blue and red coating the edges, but yellow being the center of it all. But what happens when yellow decides to unbalance the scale and bring in white and black? How can the Creator allow night and day to mix in a nonsensical dance of wills? But what happens when innocence is not so innocent and willing to bring pain for sin? The mystery of Angels and The Fallen are brought in the battle of love, claiming one so innocent they may just taint it red for fun.