Wings of Momentum
Michael cracked an innocent grin that hid the truth.
He wasn't my supervisor, but more a messenger between the Almighty and myself, so here I was again, squaring off with him verbally, like many other occasions, when the Almighty sent his orders. His smooth to sharp features, deep eyes with white bleached waves perched on top of his head looked like the basic pretty boy pop idol. Forget the chiseled bodies that are portrayed in bringing you that rough manliness. Michael was lean, tall, and all smoothness of rolling snowy covered meadows. He was the first Angel I had met and taught me the basics of what an Others aura felt like, what most of them were. I forgot most of the information then an
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