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in front of Jophiel outside behind the school. It didn't matter how I got there, but I guessed he had dragged me out while I remained stuck between reality and the past. The anger swelled inside me, lusting to burst free. Stepping back, he still held out his hand to me. "Uriel, you need to calm down," he said loudly over the wind that whipped through my hair and our clothes. Energy exploded between us, forcing him back and with a pained look, he looked up at me, his eyes widening in fear as they connected with mine.
    I was inside my body and found myself losing control of everything. He stepped forward forcefully, yelling over the wind that threatened to push him down. "Your eyes. What is happening to your eyes? Uriel!" he screamed. My eyes? Nothing had seemed to change except for the power that seemed to radiate from me. Anger had been its trigger and though power seemed good and in my favor, Jophiel's eyes told a different truth. He forced his way past the energy and close to me, wrapping his arms around me. The coldness of his body made me realize that the anger had been making my body heat up past its normal temperature. "It's okay, Uriel. It is in the past, and we have the power to stop it if it were to break out again," he yelled over the howling wind. 
    Tears fell from my eyes, stinging as they made liquid trails of hate, pain and sadness down my cheeks. My vision blurred and cleared in a split second, and I could see his worried face. "Why?" I demanded. "Why did it happen?" Jophiel smoothed his hand down my hair before backing away enough to look me in the eyes.
    "Humans are different here, Uriel. They choose their paths of Heaven or Hell, and unlike us, they let their emotions control their actions. Their way of thinking is more complex than you and I can imagine and that is what makes us different."
    "How could one human being not give a damn about his own species? How could one human not feel anything after countless innocent people die because of him?"
    "I don't understand it either. I doubt we'll ever understand it, but what matters now is the fact that it is over. There is no more suffering for those people, and they found their places in Heaven. You want to know who helped end it?  You. You are the reason some of those people lived."
    "How? I saw that place burned and those people died, screaming for help, crying for salvation and Heaven, even when they lost all hope."
    My own tears began to choke me, and I found it hard to breathe. My legs felt weak, even as the pressure on my back pushed out, and my shirt tore. The wind had finally stopped. Jophiel's hand reached behind me, and I turned my head as his touch sent chills up my spine. My hidden wings had sprung from the negative emotions I held inside and I fell, Jophiel catching me before I could hit the ground. "Yes, they lost hope, but you didn't just watch. You flew in there and you brought justice to those who lost their lives; you guided their souls to Heaven, Uriel. You did more than any of us did in those times," he said softly, wiping the tears away from my eyes. "You made us open our eyes. In those times, you reminded us of the archangels in the bible; strong, powerful, loyal and compassionate. You ended it all. You were more of an angel than any of us were."
    The wind began to die down and when I stepped away, I noticed his wings had opened through his shirt, standing proudly against his back. My eyes were still watering and from the look on Jophiel's face, I could tell they had returned to their natural appearance. Sighing to himself, he dug into the backpack that was thrown on the ground and pulled out extra shirts, handing one to me while pulling the other over his chest. "Here, put this on to hide your wings. The last bell just rang, and I think we should make our way out of here," he said. I pulled the shirt over my own that was now uselessly hanging over me. "Nikita is picking me up where I took the placement tests," I said quietly, swallowing