At the gates of Heaven, he walked forward until he bumped into Jeremiel carrying some scrolls. Apologizing, Raziel helped him pick up the files, but he froze when he felt Jeremiel’s eyes on him. When he looked up to confirm, he tried to smile, but it felt forced. That it was rare for Jeremiel to speak did not help matters. He was one of the few Angels Raziel had a hard time getting a read on.
“Think of your path, before you take it.” Jeremiel whispered, his gaze on the scrolls at his feet. “Not of the past.”
Raziel swallowed at Jeremiel’s words. Most of the Angels loved to speak in riddles to each other, often hoping to confuse each other. It would take him centuries to decipher what Jeremiel was trying to say with his statement. Shaking his head, he finished helping him pick up the sc
