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Fading Rainbows

Michael sat on the High Elder’s throne, his hand grazing absently on the rainbow that hung around him. “I need none of them,” he muttered angrily to himself, as his deep gold eyes looked upon the twenty four other seats, all empty, all Dusty with disuse.
It’s been a while since Michael last saw anyone. All the saints left in heaven were wise enough to steer clear of him, now even more than ever that Gabriel left.
“Damn them all.”

I’m sorry, Michael. But it has to be this way. These were Gabriel’s final words.
It doesn’t have to be! We can still change this! Michael wanted to scream at her, but even he knew the falseness of his statement. So all he could do was watch Gabriel’s seven twenty pairs of wings tear away as she descended into hell.

Now, he was alone, the final angel in heaven.

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