The angels belonging to the lower level gave way for the archangel Michael to make his way to the front. The other angels were similar to the archangels with the wings and the staff in their hands, except that they had smaller wings with fewer abilities. It made Michael stand out in the crowd of the angels apart from Calhoun whose wings were as big as the archangel.
"What makes you think that I would let you take an innocent soul from Heaven and allow the soul to leave with a demon like you?" asked Michael, his eyes were calm and his expression passive as he looked at Calhoun. "I would have never thought that you were a demon, less a Devil's grandson. You have been hiding it from everyone."
"Trust me, I had no idea until Vladimir appeared in front of me," smiled Calhoun and the amount of fire that was in his hands only grew more prominent.
Michael found it hard to believe.
