“How can I go to Earth?” Baal pursed his lips, then crossed his arms. “You’d have to ask an archangel.” This question was harmless, nothing but curiosity: “What if I wanted to be an archangel?” The angel of flight laughed, but in surprise. “You’d like to be a prince, brother? But you’re so beautiful; it’s hard to imagine other angels taking you seriously.” Lucifer’s simple smile wilted into a frown; maybe Baal noticed, maybe he did not. “But don’t worry, Lucifer. I can tell the Lord has great plans for you. Looking at you — I can feel His mercy.”
