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CHAPTER 6

“Good girl!” He exclaimed and swirled her around the room with joy. “You can! You can when you want!”

“Put me on! Put me on the floor now! It’s…”

“Not allowed!” He laughed.

“By the way, I am an angel... And you’re...”

“Go on.”

“It doesn't matter,” she said and turned away, embarrassed.

He’s the class enemy. Why do I react to everything co

ected with him if it’s only the second time I’ve seen him? At least during this mission. Interestingly, do they remember their past tasks or are they wiped out the same way as from our memory?

He took her hand, turned her to face him and asked:

“Who am I? Horned? Is that what you were going to say?”

“That's rude!”

“For some reason, the common misconception that if you name shit feces, it will stop stinking is still alive! I don't want to upset you, but it's not like that, baby.”

He turned away, looking at the floor sadly.

“You know,” she said, walking around him and trying to look guilty in the eye. “I didn’t want to rephrase it, but say it in a gentle voice. Don’t forget that intonation sometimes means more than the words themselves. Isn’t it true, horned and tailed?..” And she said it so gently, as if she were praising him for something. “Often people can be delusional because they’re spoken to so gently, almost tenderly, and only then they understand that they were insulted or deceived. And it’s me who should spare them from the noose then!” She resented jokingly, surprised at the fact that she remembered the feelings left after such missions. “They listen to sweet words of the cheaters and end up without their apartments, salaries, pensions, without their souls... After all, those who lie intentionally visit those who need a kind word more often. They’re to give everything to hear it. Often in the truest sense of the word. Is this your job too?”

“What makes you think so?!” He resented. “This is the job of one of our departments. Apparently, you didn't know about that either. It's a pity. Did you think that all of you are only saving? That all of you are the dauphins* of the Holy See?”

“None of us encroaches on this place as once you and your superiors did and are doing now,” the tension was raising again, surprisingly quickly changing the situation from almost friendly to hostile and back.

“We didn’t encroach on anything! We were created the way we are now from the very begi

ing. But there on top you have the department responsible for nourishing the faith.”

“I don’t see any co

ection, you are irrational,” Mary resented sincerely.

“Just think about it: if a believer appears on the street, and for any living creature shelter is something important and necessary, will he pray more than ever? Well?”

“Not always, but, basically, yes.”

“And that means what?”

“What?”

“His faith is nourishing. And, probably, God will get him to the ke

els for his past merits. He has no daily routine, his mind isn’t occupied with any thought and that means that he’s filled with faith and got plenty of time for prayers. Look who the true believers are. More often they are those who are completely devoid of everything. And then they come to Him. But He is almighty. So it’s with his permission. What for? Right?”

“It seems to be…”

She shuddered at his words, completely confused. Obviously, there was a reason why everyone was afraid of him if he raised doubt even in the angel. She wanted to believe that he was doing his job again and not telling the truth. Because then it would destroy everything she knew, what she believed in before.

“If a human didn’t believe before, he would lose everything, he would have no choice but to believe once there’s nothing left. Is that right?”

“Right.”

“Does it make sense now?”

“It does. But I don’t want to believe it. This is kind of too cruel. And in the Bible, for example…”

“Don’t even try to tell me about that!”

“Why?”

“Read carefully one more time what happened to each of those who were later recognized as saints. Recognized by people. Where does it say that God recognized them as such, and when exactly did he do it?”

“B-but!..”

“Look at the Christ’s fate. Though, He had a choice. And what He chose hasn’t changed neither the world nor people a bit.”