Rashnu asks from behind me. She sounds genuinely baffled. “If there is, I am sure that I can rectify the situation immediately.” I turn in time to see the harsh look she gives Adriel. Adriel shrinks back. I want to as well. Rashnu is one crazy mean Angel of Judgment no matter how sweet and pretty her exterior is. Silvery blond hair and beauty cannot hide her crazy. “No, there is not a problem with her work. I just want to talk to her in private.” Rashnu’s face is emitting confusion. My god, is there a pandemic of confusion occurring in the Angel realm? Are they all inflicted with it? Because I don’t think asking to speak to someone in private is something to get confused over. In frustration, I stomp my foot like a two year old. Unlike the stomp of a two year old, the ground beneath us begins to rumble and a schism begins to develop. There are gasps all around. Crap. It’s getting bigger. And wider. In an effort to stop it, I pull magic. Pure, white magic that fills me with a sense of peace and love. And then I fling it at the schism to try to stop it. Turns out, magic doesn’t stop schisms. It just makes them widen faster. I pull the magic back and it flies through me almost knocking me to the ground. I stumble and end up falling into the schism that is growing between my feet. Ow. I grasp the edge of the schism, which is now probably half a mile deep and look down. That was a poor choice of things to do right at this moment. Down is really far away and full of what looks like lava. What I wouldn’t give for that lava to turn into Jell-O. Oh, look. It is Jell-O now! My stomach rumbles as I hang here. I never ate breakfast. A strong hand grasps my wrist. “You seem to be making a mess over here, Raziel. Perhaps you will allow me to lend a hand?” It’s Ray. I forget what his Angel name is. “Yes, please Ray,”
