“It doesn’t work like that, Azrael.” Michael barely looked up from his desk as I entered his office. He idly plucked a page from a stack of papers and reviewed it before placing it onto a second stack. The brawny Angel looked unnatural behind his desk, as if he was not molded for bureaucracy. He protruded from his chair and his head nearly rubbed against the ceiling of his office.
“Why not?” I asked, “I can’t do this any more. I resign.”
“You have a function,” he explained with no emotion in his voice, “Angels can’t just betray their function.”
“If there is one thing I’ve learned that Angels are capable of,” I felt a heat in my face, “it is that they are quite good at betraying their functions.&rdquo...
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