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Miguel's weight almost knocked me down when he tried to stand up, even so, I made an effort to drag him and guide him to the entrance of my house with a townhouse. The neighboring windows only reflected the flashes by the lightning in the skies, since it was too late at night for someone to take the trouble to stay awake to try to know the origin of that brutal storm.

No one but me could recognize that the rain of that would only mean one thing; the sky was in fury for some attitude on earth. The man within arm's reach of my arms, stumbling and trying to take refuge from the storm into my house, was the reason for that fuss. The most valuable archangel in the heavens, asking for shelter for the queen of demons who remained cladestinedly on earth. Of course, the Creator would be furious about that.

Miguel almost fell straight to the ground when we rushed to the entrance door, and his feet totally covered by his own blood caused him to slip on the clean and carpetless floor of my living