Carl ushered the condemned murderer towards the execution chamber with his fellow guards. A strange man appeared between him and the door.
"You will not execute this man," the stranger said, voice low and flat and wrong. "God has work for him."
"What the hell?" Carl blurted, mind stuttering with not possible. "Who are you?"
Shadows of wings unfurled on the wall behind the stranger, cast by bursts of light without source. Carl's entire being pulsed with primal terror.
"I am an angel of the Lord."
Then they-angel and condemned-were gone.
Carl never again worked on death row.