You can't change the past. I learnt that the hard way. My name's Lior. At least, that's what I was told. I can't remember what my real name used to be. After I died, I forgot almost everything about my past. That's right - I'm dead. Surprised? Yeah, I was pretty surprised myself when I found out I had been bestowed with the soul of an angel. Which, believe me, isn't as good as it sounds. Being killed and cursed at the same time isn't what I would call lucky. I've done some pretty bad stuff in my life, and I think I was finally punished for it. Apparently some guy really wanted me dead. And at the same time he was so kind as to give me a terrible curse. When I died, my soul split. It formed into a completely separate being. An angel. A fallen angel. My opposite. When I died, my soul was purified to become entirely free of evil. My opposite, on the other hand, was given all the bad I had in my heart, and more. His evil exceeds most other beings. He has no good in his heart