The day Heaven descends to Earth, I will finally go back. As god's helper- No, her right hand man. I will fulfill every duty and every task. For the sin I have sinned is more lowly than that of the devil. I will prove myself worthy once more! And if that day will come in forever, then forever I shall wait.

"So..." Jack said.
The sun had almost completely risen now. Jack appeared slightly tanned, and his body built. He and Atlas were making their way back to Jack's place.

"Where'd you come from then, Atlas?"

"Me? Umm.. Well-" He pointed up towards the sky.
"The clouds?" Jack asked, slightly puzzled.

"No... I came from heaven..." He softly replied.

"HEAVEN?! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"

Atlas looked at Jack calmly for a few seconds, blinking.

"Why not? I'm telling the truth... Believe me."

"What are you doing here then? We're in the middle if nowhere, you know."

"I- I don't know... I made her mad- I"

"Wait, wait, wait... Who'd you make mad?""

"Her... God."

"God's a chick?! What the hell?! So basically you're trying to tell me that you are some sort of angel and that god exists and she's a freakin chick?! Do you think I'm stupid or something?"

Atlas appeared to be slim, but almost as tall as Jack. He was dressed in some sort of white robe which he seemed to be tripping over. Atlas was pretty gentle.
"You're not stupid, Jack." Atlas replied sternly.

"So you just expect me to believe all of this?"

"Jack, I'm sorry. I have to try and get back. You don't want to see her mad.."

Jack didn't want to believe, but he found he couldn't doubt Atlas. For whatever reason, Atlas's wacky story just convinced him. An angel, huh?

"Why's she mad at you?"

"Jack-I.. I'll tell you soon enough. You wouldn't understand right now."

"Tell me."

"Well I uh... No! Nuh uh!"

"Fine, suit yourself. Just don't ask me later why I won't listen to you."

"Jack, it's not that.."

Jack noticed Atlas was struggling carrying his wings around.
"Why're you carrying those anyway? Aren't they supposed to be attached?"

"They fell off... I've done the unforgivable. I can't still be an angel..." Atlas replied, the sadness, disappoint, and self hatred apparent in his voice. With one hand, he brushed some hair out of his face, revealing more black strands standing out in his light blonde hair.
"I don't have much time, Jack. God she plans to-"