We try to tell ourselves that what happened to Detroit wasn't our fault.
The city, after all, had been in decline for decades. The once thriving industry suffering from a death by a thousand cuts, the exodus of so many of the families, leaving the people who stayed feeling more and more hopeless and alone. But that was the actions of man, and man is capable of more than enough cruelty and greed and violence without looking for demonic influence.
And we were busy elsewhere. The War was still raging, and there were too many fronts, and not enough of us, never enough of us to be everywhere we needed to be. A city that the demons seemed content to leave alone seemed a safe place to draw our strength from.
But then, perhaps the other side understands humanity better that we do after all.
Whether it was a deliberate trap set by the other side, or just the actions of a few independent demons (if there is such a thing) who knew an opportunity when they saw it, we didn't see it. And we didn't stop it.
We try to tell ourselves that what happened to Detroit wasn't our fault, but we are angels...and we were never good at lying.
And now we've lost our one best chance to help the city. Now we'll be fighting a rearguard action, and even now, you are the only ones that we can dare to send.
No one will blame you if you fail, but will you be able to forgive yourself if you don't at least try?