You were a human whom had been shunned by others. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t care, but he wanted to save you regardless. You were lovely. You held a beautiful smile when you thanked him, when you were happy and grateful. He should be happy for your gratefulness. But he’s an envious man. A man who craves power. A greedy, ungrateful man. He hates God. So…to find you praying to God, to God and not him, your SAVIOR… You, his beloved human, didn’t thank him in prayer, but the almighty God. As always. From everyone. His fist clenched, eyeing you from the doorway of the church. He has a strong urge to, as an Angel, go up to god himself and fight him. To face him, to go against him, claim his spot, MAKE you worship him, look at him with sparkling eyes the way you do the ceiling of the church while in prayer.