It was already nighttime when we were sitting on the floor reading more books about angels and how to close the gates of Hell when suddenly an angel appeared. “Sir,” he said, looking at Azriel.

“Yeah? What’s up?” he asked while reading one of the books on the floor.

“It’s Hermesiel, sir,” he paused.

“What about her?”

“She was found dead in an alley in New York.”

We all looked at the angel, and then he slammed the book shut, “does Raphael know?”

“Yes, sir, he does. So does Michael.”

He nodded, “okay. Thank you, Zophiel.”               

The angel nodded and disappeared. He stood up and started pacing, “this is bad....