The air inside the church was heavy with memories—the scent of incense and desperation. Michael Dean stood near the altar, his eyes fixed on the shattered stained glass depicting angels and demons locked in eternal battle. He was a celestial being torn between duty and humanity, and tonight, he faced an impossible choice

Y/N burst through the doors, their boots crunching on broken glass. Their determination radiated like a beacon. “Michael, we can’t let this happen “