If I hadn’t have been paying such close attention we both would have been impaled by spears and flaming arrows that were catapulted our way. Thankfully, instinct kicked in and I erected a shield around us. It was the same color as my wings. A pale gold that seemed to shimmer under the light of the heavenly realm's light. As the angels grew closer and their attacks became more intense, the shield only grew in power, as if it was absorbing the power the angels were throwing at us.
Anger started to burn through my veins at their unprovoked attack. Being angel allows us access and rights to be in this realm. Even if I’m not a full angel, I am still an archangel, I still have rights to be here. And these seven angels in front of us now are pissing me off. They apparently have some kind of god
