Chapter 12: Chapter 12 Make Sure You Feed the Fishes

I hit the ground with a loud thud, the force from the fall reverberating throughout my

entire body. My limbs are numb and my back feels as if it has been crushed multiple times by a thousand rocks. Incredibly, though, none of my bones are broken. I can’t say the same for our friend Abezithbou, the wounded angel. With golden blood oozing down the right side of his body, he looks like he accidentally stepped into a gold smelting factory. He struggles to get up, but every time he does, he falls back down and moans in excruciating pain. I sure hope he stays down though because I’m not exactly what you call mobile at the moment. I hear him draw a sharp breath followed by his booming voice. Even though he sounds severely weakened, his voice still sends spears of fear through me, “You’ve really done it this time mortal…. you’ve not only disgraced our Father in heaven with your idolatrous schemes, you’ve hindered us from pleasing him, his children.”