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“It’s a mask!” Remy explained. “I heard Michael call our cut-off faces masks. He flew around the stakes on which your armies were crucified and cut off the faces of the defeated angels. He made masks of the cut-off faces for some reason.”

“I don’t remember that,” Alais peeled the gold plate from her skin. “So you’re called a mask!”

The mask completely copied her facial features. Looking at it was the same as looking in a mirror. The only difference was the color. The white changed to gold.

“Michael wants to talk to you,” the mask sang, its lips rounded.

“It’s the first living mask I’ve ever seen,” Remy marveled and touched the golden face with the tip of his claw. “The masks Michael had taken off all of us and carried to heaven were dead.”

The golden mask wriggled and squirmed in Alais’s hands.

“Tell him I don’t want to see him, and I don’t want to talk to him.”

“I can’t tell him anything,” the mask hissed, moving its ears like wings. “My function is only to relay reports to you. He wants you back. Everyone wants you back.”