Don't you just love having the power to destroy the world?
The Angel Gabriel sat on the curb and wept at the destruction and misery he'd witnessed over the centuries."It's all my fault," he moaned. "If I hadn't lost my trumpet, I'd have ended this a long time ago."
He'd backtraced his steps many times, but they all led back to a pub where he'd drunkenly pawned his horn for a bottle of whiskey.
The curb he sat on was in front of the skyscraper built where the pub used to be.
Sighing, Gabriel pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose.
The skyscraper wobbled, and Reality began to fade.
