CHAROUTH STRETCHED her wings out to their full width. Facedown, she floated on the water in a rare moment of peace. It didn’t last for long. While she couldn’t see them, she felt the presence of the other angels on the far side of the room. She released a breath, causing bubbles to float up to the surface. They were nothing she should be bothered about, just a few service angels cleaning up. She stayed in the pool, ignoring them. The grey-winged bastards depressed her. Their drab coloring stood out in stark contrast to the bright colors of Heaven. The flat, plain grey marked them as the Forgotten. The lowest of the low in celestial hierarchy. Even Fallen rated better. At least they had the sense to leave. The Forgotten were like Fallen that refused to admit it, a ghostly reminder of what c
