45/XLV-B. A Test Of Faith (Mastered)

With the night sky enveloping the dark city of London, Arthur continued to resign to slumber.

His spirit wandered the aftermath of the tragedy of Abaddon. As his physical body rest lying in the hospital, his angelic spirit projected out of his physical body.

The wails of the ambulances and fire trucks resonated at the once bright and vibrant city.

One of the most horrid scenes that Michael witnessed were the torture of the Christians in the Dark Ages, with blood, sweat, and torn up bodies in places where Death stench most at one part of a mountain in a certain area, and this scene, though engraved on his angelic memory, can compare to that of the blast site.

Black, bloodied, flies conquered the land where the humans ‘exploded’.

It took London a few weeks to move on from that terrorist attack. And it took Arthur a few weeks to move on past the dead humans.

“Art, I’m talking to you.” Arthur shook his head as he heard his father called for his name.