Gabriel flew through the Otherworld's endless skies, wings carrying her far from the central citadels. She needed space. Distance. Time to process thoughts that grew more dangerous with each passing moment.

The Goddess had created Azrael. Had made him capable of questioning. Then punished him for using that capacity.

Which meant either divine creation was flawed, or divine justice was. No middle ground existed between those options.

Unless—

Unless the flaw was intentional. A test. Create ...