Warmth, love, peace, a pleasure so divine that it was second only to that of a good central air system. That's the only words that can even come close to describing the feeling that one such angelic being is filled with when he's standing in the presence of his creator.

An accurate description of Heaven is impossible. The human mind can not even being to grasp the actual realities of unreality. It does, however, involve a lot of white light. Supernatural beings of all types do not actually live on the clouds, or alternately under the ground. The concepts of Heaven and Hell being actual places in the traditional sense of the words are all human constructs. They exist on plains of existence unlike anything imaginable. God did not create man in Her own image; man created Her in his image. Or Him, as the case may be. Of course, man did not create God, but in order to personalize Her and construct stories, he put his own spin on Her appearance. For the purpose of the this story being related onto paper, any and all otherworldly actions will be put into terms accessible to the human mind. In order to properly describe things exactly as they happened, the use of words that man has no definition for would have to be employed. And, as a side note, your brain would simply short circuit in the effort to wrap it around such abstract concepts. Since the purpose of this recounting of events is NOT to fry the brains of the readers… well, this is basically how it all happened. Some things man was never meant to truly know. Much like the planet sharing Earth's orbit, just on the other side of the sun, completely out of sight. Until, that is, the two planets collide with each other, which will happen on…. Oops, I believe I've said too much as it is. Scratch that last part.

The angel looked horrible. He was muddy, wet, bloody, and shivering. His once beautiful wings were tattered. 'This had better be worth it', he thought as he approached Her. The angel knelt before God Almighty, bowing his head. Not just because of protocol, but because he couldn't bear to look Her in the eyes.

When She spoke, She never moved Her mouth. Her words instead filled the minds of those She addressed. This method of communication didn't work on humans however. The Adam incident proved that. She was going to have to look into recruiting a metatron, but that was a job for another day.

"You did very well, Azrael."

The warm comfort that was Her voice in his mind made him forget how cold and tired he was. He tried to say 'thank you', but his voice failed to work. She heard him just the same. She knelt down to him. He looked up at Her face, making the mistake of gazing into Her eyes. The mirror of billions of galaxies swirling throughout the cosmos hypnotized him for a moment. She reached out and hugged him. The hug of a mother comforting her child. It felt good, but it made Azrael nervous. Something definitely was going to happen… something bad.

God kissed Azrael on the top of his head, then without a word said, "You have to leave."

He looked at Her, barely eeking out an almost pitiful, "Why?"

She gave no answer, just simply shook Her head.

"Why?!" he repeated with more vocality.

She put Her fingers to his lips with a "shhhhh".

"Just tell me why…. Please."

She stood, a look of nothing but infinite compassion and patience on her face. He remained at Her feet. All he wanted to know was what had he done that was so terrible. What kind of message was She sending out to all of creation? He was being punished for not inflicting harm on his fellow angels. It seemed so hypocritical in his mind. If he went out and pummeled an angel on his own accord, he'd be soundly punished. But, if he did the exact same action in the name of the Lord, it was commendable

She said nothing. He needed the dignity of a proper explanation that was not to come. In the blink of an eye, his world was changed forever and he would never ever completely know why.