And in the echoing expanse of Heaven, bounded and boundless, Angel heard the desperate man’s prayer. It left xem intrigued. A murder, in need of an investigator.
Angel unfolded. Xe had always been just Angel, with no need for any other name. Angel, fluid and ever-changing. Xe could be a private investigator. Why not?
A grin sketched the air, though Angel didn’t have a face at that moment. In the blink of an eye – dozens of eyes in fact, of every conceivable color and some that were inconceivable as well – xe chose a new form. A meteor streaking through the vastness to Heaven’s Ark Station and the desperate man at prayer. A prayer that was itself an echo of a desperate call for aid.
There has been a murder. The Bastion needs your help immediately. Please respond.