‚Wow, another archangel, just like every day for the last 100 years. Urghh.'
Ezequiel was getting bored. Nothing significant had happened since he had activated the concealing formation that covered his world. This meant that each of the last 36,500 days had been more or less the same.
In the beginning, he could tell the passage of time by the changing appearance of himself and Marie. Both of them had grown until they looked about 25 years old before they stopped aging completely. If they wanted to, they could grow even older until they looked like skeletons, but they just thought that 25 was the age when they looked their best.
And they did. Both Ezequiel and Marie were now the epitome of beauty, and every god who saw them on the street looked at them constantly. He already had to fend off many of Marie's admirers, for even her body was now what most people would call perfect.