Chapter thirty eight

Its been a month since Jugdiel and Raphael had been restricted to their quarters as a result of their misconduct on earth, and today the Creator decided to let them out.

Jugdiel had been staring at the pristine sterile white walls of his chambers when his door was opened and a lower-ranking angel came in.

Picking from his back was his bronze wings signifying his ranking. 

" The Creator summons you, " he said in a gruff voice as if it was beneath him to be sent to summon me.

Things have not improved with the way his fellow angels regard him. The recent failure of one of the chosen has made it worse. It seems what is in everyone's mind is that is only a matter of time for another failure, and once again he is being blamed for it.

Jugdiel's only response to the attitude the angel was putting up for him was a nod of his head.

Once the angel took his leave, Jugdiel stood up picking up his sword walked out of his chambers.