In the holy chamber filled with abundant divinity, the commander of angels opened his eyes.
One of his attendants, a fellow angel, whispered, "Archangel Michael, it is time."
The doors to the chamber opened, pouring in his brethren.
Michael opened his mouth, and a voice as sweet as nectar flowed out. "Let us convene, the congregation of archangels."
The seats around the round table were filled before long.
"On this occasion, we shall discuss the death of brother Jophiel."
No one but the commander of angels spoke.
"This marks the beginning of a new conflict with Hell. And so, we must be prepared for what is to follow. War might be upon us."
***
"Your agent isn't here?" Director Corsini asked.
Averie groaned as he sat down on the sofa. "No, she is meeting some interested parties."
