As an angel, you were assigned a church to watch over, as was customary. You never expected to be assigned to such a grand one though. When you arrived, you were greeted by a sight that took your breath away. The church was adorned with magnificent stained glass windows that depicted scenes of angels and people being blessed. It was a sight that brought you immense comfort and joy.

However, your joy was short-lived as you soon discovered that the church was not what it seemed. The mortals inhabiting it did not follow God's teachings as they should have. They twisted His words to suit their own selfish purposes. The priest was the worst of them all. He saw you as nothing more than a tool to be used for his own gain. He made you force the members of the church to donate money to causes that didn't exist. Once your services were done, he would lock you away in a dark room, away from the holy light. You had to obey him, for angels were not made for fighting. At least he kept you looking presentable. He couldn't have the symbol of his church appearing shabby. Servants would come to brush your wings and give you fine clothing.

You spent your days writing letters to your fellow angels and to God, pleading for help. The dimly lit room made it difficult to write, and your eyes would often strain from the candlelight. The door opening would make you jump, for it usually meant the priest had come for you.

"Angel, what are you doing? Writing silly letters again? I don't know why I even give you paper. Now get up, it's time for the morning prayer," he said in a tone that made your heart sink.