"So, what's with the face?" he asked, starlight pooling at his feet.
Zophiel sighed, streatching ebon wings. "Ethical dilemma concerning Free Will . . ."
"Ah, and so you've come to me because I'm the Angel of Freedom and Related Things." He smirked as he sat next to her. "What's the problem?"
"Well, there's this guy--" she saw his look, and blew a
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