Grandpa held his burning cigar and, a whiskey peg backed himself on the rocking chair. He looked like an old Russian don; about to utter his legends.Grinned, he seems eager to open his old box of stories, which he overheard from his grandparents."What I am about to say, you might feel it's just a fictional fantasy but, it is not," Grandpa furrowed his eyes on me with a convincing voice. "Do you believe in angels; Ahh..., you told me what you don't see, you will not believe; But let's think if they exist, and mated with humans daughter," he threw, a question on me."I don't know grandpa; even if they exist, and mated with humans daughter; their children might have genuine power," I jumped in that stupid conversation with him, "Up in heaven, everything was glorious; made beautiful and obedient towards almighty; but there was an angel called 'The morning star' not satisfied with what he has given;
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