Father Gregory loved being an angel. He was doing so much good. He was giving redemption to those sinners who were just misguided and punishing the truly wicked.
"Sam," he called out as the two brothers passed through. Sam hadn't done anything yet, but he would. He didn't know what, as Sam himself didn't know, but maybe if he smote someone wicked, it would stop whatever wicked he was going to do.
As he read Sam's mind, Father Gregory became confused. Sam had already done so much good. But, he was waiting. And that rapist had to be stopped tonight.