I just don’t know what more we can do.” Sarah bowed her head as she stroked Uriel’s forearm, and he could feel her praying for understanding. The angelic creature was a vision in her thin white robe and soft, ethereal glow. Studying the angel in all her purity, Uriel was struck again with his kind’s perfection. More than the demons and dragons in the lower realm, more than the humans staining the middle realm—more aptly referred to as the Ordinary—angels exemplified all that was right with existence. Humanity needed them to experience salvation, and the lower realm needed angelic interference to be kept in check. Steeped in beauty, with a devotion to their cause, was it any wonder his kind were the chosen race, the leaders of the Ethereal? Unlike… Uriel glared at the creature responsible for Sarah’s upset, a dark-haired, blue-eyed demon hanging by angelic bonds in the center of Uriel’s quarters. Uriel sighed and placed a finger under the gentle woman’s chin.
