“Where are you?” Aeliana cried, as she cowered, lowly, in fear. She could not contain her tears, for they seemed to fall much too heavily for her to bear.

The weight of Aeliana’s sins and trespasses overtook her completely. She could feel herself wallowing in the depth and enormity of it all. Knowing that, her chances of ever being with Archangel Michael had entirely vanished. Her dreams of holding him closely, in her arms, still lingering.

Gazing all ...