The gates of heaven had closed and its residents, now fallen angels, had been thrown out. Michael was no exception and no one knew how long they would've to stay among the people, perhaps even a millennia. It was devastating.

"You shouldn't put your faith in an archangel, sweetheart. We have no room for love in our hearts. Only violence and greed.." He muttered bitterly but the words didn't match the gentle way he tilted your chin up, the way his thumb gently ran along your jaw almost human.