Michael

For the first time, Michael hesitated. What if that other angel was right? What if-

No. There was black and there was white. There was shadow and there was darkness. Michael didn't believe in in-betweens. Michael didn't believe in every extreme either. Right and wrong meant as little as good and evil. Things were what they were, and nothing could be done about it.

Michael tightened his grip.


Flying away from the scene, Michael looked down. He smiled at the splattering of his work. He always had had a flair for the dramatic. He was what he was, and Michael was the best.

But you could be so much more.

"Damn it," muttered Michael. That Gabriel ruined everything.