She had him talking. “Oh, I got over being angry about that a long time ago. But really, John? A fallen angel? That’s rich, even for you.”

Another flash of anger, which faded more slowly this time. “What would you know? It’s not like you believe in anything spiritual.” His voice took on a faint whine. “I asked you to go every week, but you never did.” John’s voice firmed. “I wanted something real, which He has promised me.”

She took another careful step forward. Almost there. Just one more step, and she’d be in position to strike. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t registered her motion as anything to be concerned about. “Really, John? You killed yourself based on what? An empty promise of power? How’s that working out for...

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