"Wait." Annabelle said. "If all souls are the Dark Mother's to care for like you said then what do heaven and hell exist for? Does she rule over them? I wasn't aware that was the case."
The archangel Michael looked at her for a moment before responding. "Did I say that? Odd. I did. Why would I say that?"
"You don't know?" Annabelle asked.
"As I said." Michael said. "I do not enjoy the freedom you do. I say what I say because it is what I am meant to say. The script demands it. Fate demands it." The angel was silent for what felt like a long time. "And the script... the script is being rewritten. No that cannot be. But it is. Somehow something is altering the Grand Design. What was is no more. This is madness! This cannot be allowed!"
The angel then stopped moving as if he was frozen in
