The Nephilim, set high upon the local library rooftop in Danbury CT., waiting patiently for his assignment.

She walked pass every night. The dark lurkers were always with her. They had no intention of ever letting her go. She had cried out to the heavens for help; her prayer had been heard. If you'd told this young man two years ago, he'd be rescued and brought back from the brink of death as a young angel assigned to do the heavens bidding on earth he would have sneered and rejected any words.
That was before faith intervened in the appearance of Archangel Michael. He was now a true believer; Nephilim, Warrior; a young man with a huge responsibility placed on his shoulders as he sat patiently awaiting the command.