Things have been bleak recently. You don’t see the light that you used to, which, as a priest, is worrying. You’ve begun wondering if this is all worth it, if you were giving your life for something that really existed.

So, in an act of desperation, you kneel before the alter of your church, and start to pray. You ask for a sign, anything to remind you of your faith. That’s when, from behind your closed eyes, you feel something appear before you. You open your eyes to see a man. Two stubby, black horns stick out from his bleach blonde hair, and a thin, black tail swishes behind him. The man grins, showing you his slightly-pointed teeth.

Angels don’t look like that.

“You called?”