The Beauty of Death

She's the Angel of Death, born from the harmony of Heaven. He is not. He is a demon, born from the pits of Hell.

She shouldn't have fallen for him: him, the womaniser.

As the first living creation apart from God and Lucifer, Annalise should have known better. She just couldn't help herself, and for that, she was punished.

Their love is a curse. It is not only regarded as the biggest betrayal in history, but will wipe the world clean of everything if she continues to allow it to stop her from doing her duty.

February 29th is just around the corner and all she wants is for things to get back to normal. Well: normal for the Angel of Death who lives half her life as a human because she refuses to carry out the one, final order that God commands her to do. She never has and she never will: if only she remembered what it was in the first place.