Another Adam

Waking up as an archangel with golden wings – a dream? Like hell. No memories of the body's previous owner, a meeting with Lucifer's daughter in an hour, and your angelic assistant would be only too happy to slit your throat for the slightest mistake. Nothing for it but to slap on a confident smirk, spread your wings, and pray (to who, for crying out loud?) that no one notices the most you did yesterday was watch cartoons about angels.