The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

Part 1
Part 2

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Uriel and Samael stepped into the house together, which told Richard that some bad was coming, because that was the only time they worked together. When they were followed by Mikhael and Gabriel Richard summoned chairs for all of them. Samael nodded before adding to that a table with a bottle of whiskey on, surrounded by five glasses. Breathing deeply, in an attempt to become calm, Richard sat down in the chair closest to him, gesturing to the angels to do the same, as he waited for them to tell him how bad it was going to be. Each of them took a seat, looking as though they were also having difficulty being calm.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Being an angel wasn’t easy. Uriel would never look down on the others for finding themselves in a position where they felt incapable of doing the job they’d been born, or created, none of them were quite sure which is was, because they’d never been given a choice. They’d never been trained either, so it had been a case of picking things up as they went, and that made things even harder. Even after millennia watching over the afterlife he still made mistakes, but then it was possible he was just making the same mistake continuously. They always said he’d had to strong a connection to the spirit guides he was supposed to just be watching over.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.