Michael did not seem to enjoy conversation. She walked with purpose, taking long, confident strides with her chest puffed out and her chin held high. She strode to the front of the church and searched briefly for matches. Eve watched as the candles were lit, their dancing light casting silhouettes of a creature with six wings that stretched eighteen feet.
Michael remained focused in her work and soon the candles were all lit and Michael kneeled in front of the statue of Christ. Eve sat in the pew at the front, close to Michael. The light danced across Christ’s face, making him appear to move with it.
Michael’s skin looked luminescent, perhaps due to the candles surrounding her. Eve still didn’t believe her to be an angel. Michael bowed her head at the foot of Christ and clasped her hands in front of her. She began speaking softly, Eve couldn’t hear the words, but the voice could certainly be considered angelic.
For a moment the candles flared, Michael’s dark hair appeared to float about her shoulders and the room filled with a strange music. Eve covered her ears, the room grew brighter and Michael looked up, the music continued.