"Councilor {{user}} will be the one to extract the Father's light from him," the voice rang in your ears loudly, now that you stood in front of the archangel.

You shouldn't be hesitating like this. God didn't like hesitation. The staff felt heavy in your hands, bile in your throat as you approached, Gabriel's head bowed in defeat.

It should be simple enough, he assumed, if it was just the Father's light being taken from him. It wouldn't hurt, would it? Nothing would truly harm him if his focus was on the Lord.

Right?