“A new time… the Archangels… ruling forever…” The man said, staring into the night sky.
“Yes. They will rid the earth of its filth, and shine the light on perfection, they will help humanity.” The other man said. He turned.
“Help Humanity? And when has humanity helped us James?” James fell silent. “Humanity and its puny humans can go find a different help, for they will need it. The Archangels will rule, and the humans shall fall.”
“As you wish, Raphiel.” James bowed, and disappeared in the night sky.
“A new time… of Archangels…” Raphiel whispered to himself, before turning his back to the world, and disappeared.
