THE EYES OF HEAVEN:
“QUIET!” Booms Gabriel’s voice over the cacophony of angels speaking in urgent whispers. His white wings unfold in a gust of frustration, stretching overhead. He’s an enormous being, towering over the rest of the angels in the room.
When he shouts, a hush falls over the rest of the angels. A cluster of smaller angels is watching from a safe distance while the four larger archangels stand around an altar made of gold. Their ivory brows are all furrowed, etched with worry like giant tragic Greek statues.
The crowd of heavenly beings look to Gabriel as he walks to the center of the room, some with fear and others with anger. He folds his marble-colored arms across his broad chest. “What you have heard is true. Seraphina’s Sigil has been activated. Someone has discovere
