Saved by the Archangel
It was the Cry of the Creator.
Miguel dragged himself through dark alleys, being flogged by the rain, which descended hot and painfully through the stumps of wings at the top of his back. He was bleeding, staggering, and passed through empty sidewalks, crawling against the walls that made shadows in every new thunder that rumbled in the skies. The most Vraxious archangel in heaven, the one who judged humans and determined who was worthy to enter paradise, was fleeing from his obligations. The archangel continued on foot to his goal, a very discreet and familiar apartment complex. This time, he didn't come through the terrace, he didn't land with his beautiful and imperious wings. He came wal
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