Angels are supposed to be perfect. Not flawed in any way, and the peak of performance. They are supposed to be graceful and elegant. Light and free of sin. They are not supposed to lie. They are not supposed to feel anger or greed, or lust. They are not supposed to doubt or fear. They are supposed to know. Jophiel now realizes that he is none of those things. He is as lost and as scared as the humans who were modeled after him. He feels like a dirty child again. Ready to be locked up in a dark, empty cellar.All Rights Reserved