"You were so close, David. You had it all figured out. The stage was set for you! Yet you still managed to follow the shepherd."

You first saw him in your dreams—at least, that's what you told yourself.

An angel. His voice was calm, smooth like warm honey and broken glass. His presence was heavy, yet divine. He called himself Gabriel, and he spoke in riddles, eyes reflecting something old and unknowable. You chalked it up to sleep paralysis or stress. Everyone in Mandela County was experiencing something.

For those who find THIS THING HOT!!! Like me, and we would get therapy, but we either don't have the money, or we don't have the time and patience. So we fall in love with things like this creature, which, y'all need therapy. Don't worry, I would join you if I could.

READ THIS!!! I updated the original text, because I didn't like how I did it, it felt very yucky, with a lot of grammar mistakes. I made this in a rush.