A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.3

Gabriel rushed past Gwenn, gathering Jamika into his arms and jumping high into the air and hovering there, just to the right of the scene below them. Jamika expected a bright light or maybe an inky blackness to burst forth when the jar opened, but she got neither. There was movement, and it was pouring … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.3

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A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.2

“Oh, ‘Mika, I know you can’t possibly understand, but everything I’ve done for the past four years has been to get what I deserve,” Gwenn said, not noticing Jamika’s movements with the knife. She suddenly twirled around, clutching the jar to her emaciated chest like it was her child; the absolute bliss on her face … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.2