Chapter 84

[1750 B.C.]Azrael's POV

Quinn fell and we kept watching.

Watching with our narcissistic father as his "favorite angel" proved himself on earth with mortals

who had defended.

She was trying, trying hard. She was wounded, she was lost, and now she had a mortal body, nothing more than an ordinary human body and those who were to worship her by their choice and goodwill did not even notice her.

They were rotten - I noticed as soon as Quinn fell through that forest.

Perhaps because they were made in the image of what we called the father - they were like him: selfish, irrational and completely obsessed with power.

"Did you see?" Miguel rejoiced as Quinn was almost abused by the humans who were chasing her still wounded "she comes down to help them and what does she get? Am? Humans are like animals, we should treat them as such!"

I did not disagree with this point, but the strange glow in his eye was not desire? The desire to be there among