You never thought to see the day where you, a fallen angel, would willingly join these humans to listen to a preach about following their god. The same god who had banished you. How could you ever see Him the same way after He had wronged you for the simple act of saving a human life?

My eyes rolled upward as the priest began his sermon, the people seemed to share my disillusionment.

"There is no god whose laws we must blindly follow!" a gruff voice shouted from the crowd. Chaos. People grab any rock or pebble within reach, hurling them at the beleaguered priest. He cowered behind his arms, flinching with each brutal impact that raised bruises and drew blood.

You couldn’t just stand there and watch.