My destiny with CEO

him, shall we? They've been cast out of their homes, shunned by their family. They've suffered enough." "They're scared. These people show all the signs of leprosy and have been declared uncl

your body." "Can we do that?" "There are many things we can do. You have no idea of ​​the gifts we have compared to humans." "Well, I've never interacted with them. This is my first assignment on Earth," she said as she rolled her shoulders back and forth, her face grimacing as she tried to figure out how to fold her wings. He sighed. "Unfortunately, it may be the first of many to come. I remember a time when angels were sent to Earth, perhaps once or twice a century. Now, the frequency has increased, and I fear we will be needed more in the future." For some strange reason, Lucifer came to mind as he said this, but he shook the thought away. Raguel stopped flapping his wings. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," she said. He walked around her and placed his hands on the backs of her shoulders. "It'll be easier if you stay still. Now, pull your shoulders back and roll your shoulder blades inward, like you're trying to make them touch." "Like this?" Her little chest heaved as she pulled her shoulders back. "Yes, very good. Tighten your back a little and your wings should-" With a loud whoosh, she stumbled forward, wings flapping against her body. "Ouch! Does it always hurt like this?" He laughed and reached out to help her. "You closed a little too quickly. You'll get used to it with practice." You sound like this won't be the last time I'll have to shift into human form. Maybe even more than you expect, he thought. "Now what?" "Focus on the core of your being. Right here." He placed two fingers in the center of her abdomen. "Now, push outward like you're trying to push my fingers away from your body." "Like this-whoa!" There's something soft beneath my feet." She lifted her foot and looked at the ground. "That's sand." "Does all of the earth feel like this?" she said, setting her foot back down and wiggling her toes. "No, just the sand," he said as he headed toward the tents. "Come, your first contact with humans is something you'll never forget." As they approached the group of tents, Raphael saw a young woman struggling to place a large pot over the fire. A small boy with thick dark hair clung to her leg, making the task difficult. She wore a long robe that was clean but had small tears that needed mending, her veil bunched around her throat and over her mouth, he