Mica walked into the casino sheepishly, his brow creasing in worry at all the unholy acts happening around him. Smoking, drinking, gambling… all of it. But at the moment, the angel couldn’t worry about it for the moment. He was there for a mission.

To meet the gaming manager. The ruthless, pure evil lot of them. And he was there to either take them down to fire or save them. Micah, being a kind angel, chose the better option.

Micah sat down on a bar stool, watching people play cards.