Daniel had been asleep for what felt like ages.
But he had not been entirely unconscious.
It was as though he was viewing everything that happened around him from behind a glass window, instead of being actively involved.
He saw the moment, like he was floating above it, outside of it, when he became an Angel instead of a demon. He saw the moment when the skies of London ripped open. He saw the moment when the universe shifted to accommodate his magic, and every creature in the near universe were alerted to the presence of a new Angel, with unimaginable power.
And they all wanted him.
Daniel was a new prize that everyone wanted to capture. Because Angels were clustered far away from the world, away from where the demons and imps and rogue shifters could steal their magic.
Every demon in the Northern Hemisphere would be gunning for him. Ready to take whatever they could from him.
Then he woke up.