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Despite his good will, Miguel had to leave me alone with them, because he still needed to work on whatever he was doing every day with the police human, and still give his work to the Creator. He had said that he was the angel of death... who was there to collect the souls from the bodies of deceased humans... And I didn't even have to question to know that he should be in all the places of tragedies that appeared on the news. Deaths from natural and mysterious causes were increasingly frequent. Diseases were spreading... Children were hardly born... The whole world was slowly depredating itself. I saw all that, still not knowing how I would do to provoke the redemption of humans, or how I would prepare myself enough in time to fight for them. A single celestial dog was once too difficult to deal with, I didn't want to imagine in the entire arsenal of the Creator at once.

"I brought you here to tell the truth," I said, crossing my arms around my own mug of beer. The liquid was already