If This World Were Mine
The angel Pyriel stood on a rooftop above the city of Boston. He looked at the city, a beautiful city teeming with life. One of the abodes of humanity. He had seen many in his time and would see many more before the task was done. The task of watching over humanity. He stood there, a magnificent being among a world of lesser creatures that were nevertheless the favorites of the Creator. The world of Man often stands on the brink of destruction and the angels often inspire people to stop...