He is the most popular angel in all of Heaven.” He paused, then seemed to remember the extent of Lucifer’s youth. “He is an archangel.” “Archangel,” Lucifer repeated before, in his head, whispering it again, again. ‘Archangel Michael, Archangel Michael, Archangel Michael.’ He tried to gather himself, but he felt broken into streams. “He looks like the greatest of them all, the finest and proudest angel in Heaven!”
