The myriads of persons of all colours have encompassed me as if I were the nucleus of their reprisal. I had to call him, Amos would know what to do in this situation. I feel a benumbing touch on my right shoulder and pivot around to confront the source of sensation, a ghostly figure without shape towers and hovers before me. I curse and bolt through the numberless crowds and halt. “Where are you going, Genesis? Isn’t this what you asked for?” The dark figure of Raziel has turned to regard the hectic masses. “Or is it not?” I feel nauseous before the potency of his ruby glare.

“No…!” I claw at my head with both hands and my knees find the ground. “Where- Where is he…?!” I reach for the alluring Angel before me and beg for a response. “Amos?” Raziel chuckles beneath his hand. “I am he… the carrier of God, the Angel of mysteries…” His wings unearth from his back and span so far, the ends of his feathers remain unseen. “Genesis… all I need is your will to be one with mine… tell me, do you wish to join me and create a new world? A world of only light and forever light! A world, God, failed to create?” Raziel’s form is sheathed is some black mist, “A new world?” I question the supernatural form.