Screwed
I arrive too late. His soul has been saved.
I glare at Michael but he does his best to ignore me. There is nothing I can do. I take a look at Anderson and sigh. I harbor no ill will towards the man. I hand picked him for his job, and he has served the Order well. He has had a faith very few have possesed. His angel looks happy.
Looking over at Devon with some concern I leave Michael to handle him. Returning to my home I am greeted with an angry Lucifer. He looks at me expectantly - then his eyes narrow and I feel a shiver run down my spine. Why does his anger arouse me so?
"His soul is his own. He is an angel now."
I glare at Michael but he does his best to ignore me. There is nothing I can do. I take a look at Anderson and sigh. I harbor no ill will towards the man. I hand picked him for his job, and he has served the Order well. He has had a faith very few have possesed. His angel looks happy.
Looking over at Devon with some concern I leave Michael to handle him. Returning to my home I am greeted with an angry Lucifer. He looks at me expectantly - then his eyes narrow and I feel a shiver run down my spine. Why does his anger arouse me so?
"His soul is his own. He is an angel now."