The story was a tragic one: an angel given a task met a... a Chaos, Rhodes had said. They fell in love, but their respective roles and natures doomed the union, and in the end the Chaos was killed, his corpse used to make an instrument to undo their work together.
"An unusually faithful rendition," murmured Rhodes, voice pitched low so only Sivain could hear. "It is missing some details, and there is a little embellishment, but on the whole it is accurate." There was an approving tone to his words.