The angel stepped out behind the trees once the girl who has been hovering over his best friend for minutes now turned and went inside. The angel spread his wings behind him as he slowly approached the miserable human. He was right about her being abused by all who dwelled in this shabby place.
Michael lowered himself beside the human and was touched by her situation. What she endured was definitely worse than being a prisoner in a material body. This home was hell for her, and he desired to help her free from this place. He had never encountered a divine being like her--vulnerable, yet radiating an unwavering goodness, her innocence cruelly taken advantage of by those who should have safeguarded it.
