Finally it's here. All my hard work for last ten millennia is paying off. I have the Archangel in my sights.
I looked down with amusement at the "celestial being" strapped to the freezing, warded table. The wards were burning his flesh and his willpower and he wished for death judging by his eternal screams.
I almost felt bad for him. Almost. I decided to grant him a mercy. I took his celestide, the bright blue smokey energy flowed from him and into the vial with sigils intricately carved into the sides.
He was now not a celestial being of any degree. He was now less than the lowest demon, just a boring, weak human.
I sent him back to earth. Well most of him.
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The Tales Of An Fallen Archangel
FantasyAn Archangel goes to a school to investigate the disappearance of many of his younger angel brethren but finds more than he expected. Extreme violence.
