#the heavenly queue

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“Well, forgive me for being wary of your intentions,” He rarely encountered a being he trusted. In his experience, good and evil were definites. There was no room for grey in his morals, “Tell me, why are you here?” (@fclsemessiiah )

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Her siblings had often commented on the beauty of sunrises. The glorious entrance of the first rays of the sun, casting a rainbow of colors across the horizon. Something unmatched in all of Father’s creation. But as Arael watched the sun rise over the distant horizon, she felt nothing. No awe or respect for nature. She voiced the letdown to her nearest sibling. “Disappointing.” { @cupcakemonwrites }

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Folded arms crossed her chest as she measured Ba’al up. It wasn’t every day she was privileged enough to have an audience with the so-called ‘Great Duke of Hell’, “If you have something to say, say it and be to the point.” { @spellsandpixiedust }

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To be fair, this whole ‘angel’ thing didn’t come so naturally too him. Maybe it was the whole resurrection thing that threw him for a loop, or maybe it was the fact he was originally a human. But there were just some things that he just could never understand. “Long story short, I’m here by accident.” { @gravisludos }

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@trickyxarchangel ♥’d for a starter

Patience was a virtue, but not one gifted to Micah. Order and reason was his comfort zone. But they were both thrown out the window when it came to the archangel, “I would tell you that this is an inopportune time, but I fear that would just egg you on more.”

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Apulu: I'm a cycle path

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The bus shelter was the only protection from the driving rain. He sat on the small bench under the glass arch, keeping his legs tucked in to keep them as dry as possible. Yes, he could go wherever he wished, but that negated the entire point. He wanted the human experience which meant inclement weather and scrounging around for change for the bus fare. Human life was rather difficult. He leaned over to the other person who had joined him in the dry shelter. Holding out a damp bus map, he asked, “I don’t suppose you can read this, can you?” (@shinyblackchevrolet )

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There was a small gathering around the woman as she captured the attention of those passing by on the street. Among the crowd was Abel, an angel enamored by humans. What was more human that finding fascination in the mysteries of the occult. The angel stood in deep pondering as he observed her actions. It puzzled him. There was something not quite human about her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Chocolate eyes never left her movements for a moment, not even as her act came to an end. (@vaguewhispcrs)