Uriel stood in the shadows watching the woman before him. With one click she could change the destiny of the world. He could do nothing until she made her decision. Silently contemplating why he could feel no emotion from her as she studied her choice before her.
If she clicked the mouse, he could interfere, stay protect her. But if she chose not to, then he would be assigned elsewhere. It was strong and strange, this feeling of fate that he must stay by her side.
“I know you are there Angel.”
About to speak, it was the crystal blue eyes that stopped him, eyes so blue as to be colorless.
“Will you kill me?”
“I would have clicked yes either way.” Standing Sefora walked to the angel, Uriel if she remembered. Why had they sent the Archangel of Justice? Was he needed to weigh the scales…
“I have no choice.” She smile reaching out her hand to the one blemish on the man’s face in front of her.
“An angel with a broken nose.”
Uriel went to move the women out of his way, but she side-stepped him and picked up the hell-hound?
“How did you get that?”
“Lucifer gave him to me.” Snuggling the pup a moment, Sefora turned the pup Uriel’s way, “He’s the runt.”