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It all started on a Thursday, when an angel fell through the roof of Aurora de Martell.
A real angel, with wings and all that. Perhaps the other four wings had been lost in the journey.
The vampire did what any mortal with a brain would do: poke him with a stick.
Since the angel did not wake up, Aurora decided to take him to her bed and heal him.
Her realization hit her like her brother hit her: there was an angel. So Heaven existed and Hell existed and she was going there.