text: "I need to use the ladies room after that mess," Juanita sighed as they slumped into the church, sweat running down her body, mixing with the dust from the back of the van. She felt sticky. "And a shower."
  
  "Yeah," Rochelle agreed. "And we should find some clothes for them."
  
  "That'd be nice," Reggie nodded. "The sun's setting and it's getting chilly."
  
  "There are clothes in the basement," Juanita remembered. "And I think I saw a shower down there."
  
  "All right ladies," Bev clapped. "Let's find some clothes and get washed up."
  
  Juanita laughed as the naked Lacrosse players hustled out of the room, spurred on by Bev's claps. Hope filled her. They could heal Sophia, and then the Seraph would rescue Bill and all would be well. They were safe in the church. Everything was going to be fine.
  
  She walked into the small, single occupancy bathroom and locked the door, sitting down on the toilet. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder. "Should have peed before we left," she giggled, eyes heavy with exhaustion. It had been a long day. "Hard to believe today started out with my metallurgy lab —"
  
  Light blossomed. Uriel appeared before her.
  
  Lust surged through Juanita. The Archangel's bronze body was the perfect epitome of masculinity. Heavily muscled, broad shouldered, chiseled chin, and intense eyes that seemed to bore through her. She loved Bill, and Rochelle, and maybe even Hikaru, but there was something visceral and primal about her reaction to the Archangel.
  
  She would let him ravish her whenever he wanted. After all, it wasn't a sin with an Angel. His cock was hard, and his wings were spread majestically behind him. She leaned over, unable to contain her lust, and sucked his cock into her lips, eager for his blessing.
  
  We can use all the help we can get.
  
  Her cheeks hollowed, and her tongue swirled about the tip of his cock, tasting the spicy flavor of his cum. His strong hands rested on her head, guiding her as his hips slowly fucked her mouth. Wings flapped as she stirred the passion within him, and a low sigh escaped his lips, like a deep gong lightly struck.
  
  "That's it," he groaned. "Such a perfect instrument."
  
  She sucked harder, pleased at his words. Juanita was so happy the Angels had chosen her to help Bill. She was going to save the world and save her husband in one stroke when they healed Sophia, and then, together, they would put a stop to Daevia's perverse evil. Her fingers cupped his heavy, angelic balls, massaging them, eager to receive his gift.
  
  "Such delightful, wanton hands," Uriel purred. A thick finger stroked her cheek. "You are still obedient to Heaven's will, yes?"
  
  She made an affirmative moan around his cock.
  
  "Of course you are. That's why we chose you."
  
  His hands tightened on her head, and his hips drove forward, slamming his cock deep into her throat. She wanted to gag, but fought her resistance. She submitted to the Archangel's lusts, letting him deep-throat her over and over.
  
  "Such wonderful pleasure. Such beautiful delight!"
  
  His wings beat faster, stirring the air in the bathroom. His heavy balls slapped into her chin, full of his blessing. Faster and harder he thrust, fingers digging into her head. He grunted, slamming all the way down her throat. Her lips pressed into his pubic hair and he erupted, dumping his blessing straight down her throat. She swallowed, warmth spreading through her stomach into the rest of her body.
  
  His divine blessing.
  
  A tear ran down her cheek as joy suffused her.
  
  He pulled out. A bit of his blessing lingered in her mouth, salty and spicy, different than a human's cum. He stared down, sweat sheening his chest, and smiled at her. "Hell will change Bill."
  
  "What?" Juanita asked, her joy vanishing.
  
  "He will not come out the same. Are you still obedient to Heaven's will?"
  
  "I am," she nodded. "I will obey in all things."
  
  Her neck itched, and she thought she heard the clink of metal.
  
  "Then you must harden your heart. If Hell has changed him, you must be prepared to kill him before he can condemn the world into darkness."
  
  A shiver trembled through her. "He won't be changed. You'll see."
  
  "Maybe. But you will be obedient to Heaven. If it comes between him and the world, which do you choose?"
  
  "The world," she lied. Her heart was in turmoil. How can she kill the man she loves?
  
  For the world.
  
  This all seemed so much simpler to Juanita this morning before Bill had awakened her soul to the truth she had always known — that she loved him deeply. I just need to have faith that he won't be changed. If he stays the same, I won't have to make the choice.
  
  The lie comforted her. Uriel vanished in a flash of light, his manifestation no longer able to sustain itself.
  
  "Are you alright?" Rochelle asked. "You've been in there a while."
  
  "Sorry. My, um, digestive tract's acting up," Juanita lied. "I'm finished."
  
  "Good. Go take a shower, and then we're healing Sophia."
  
  Bill will return the same! I believe it in my heart!