A/N: Okay, here's the thing: I'm gonna pick up the story and write again. But it'll take awhile for me to prepare and think and all that crap. But here's small pieces of the story that I've managed to get down. But just so you know, these lines and pieces are not in that order, and perhaps won't even survive the publishing.
And I just want to say thank you for pushing me to write a sequel, it feels good to write about Abigail again
Michael, not Dad, not John, my brother Michael, no one else.
"Do you really think He wanted His greatest creation to suffer under obedience, the lack of Free Will? Brother, I'm basically doing what He asked us to do, love humanity. But I didn't only do it because He asked us. Humanity is beautiful and far more better than us."
"You're going to stand there for the rest of eternity?"
Michael set his now flaming eyes on Lucifer, before the most unsurprising thing happened; he punched him in the face.
His face and his hands were filled with cracks of Grace as more and more of the skin simply dissolved into light.
"I thought you were smart, Lailah."