"He is going to steal it... yup he is about tooo.. and yup, he stole it." The angel hovered lazily over a man dressed in a suit and now hiding in this jacket a bottle of wine.
"And we have a two for one, theft and alcohol," he spoke towards the note hanging mid air next to him with a feather scribbling on it.
"Why are people like that even alive?" he said to the man that obviously couldn't hear him, but seemed to sigh in the exact right time as if he did.
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The Angel's Humanhood
FantasyHe wasn't born an angel. He worked his way to angelhood. He earned his place among them by centuries of serving God. Only to be assigned the most demeaning jobs of all, counting and reporting human sins. An endless loathing to lowly humans lead the...
