Tap Tap Tapping in Heaven's Door

Sufficient? He comes here wearing gloves so as not to taint himself. He comes here speaking of his kind. Abominations. Horrors the lot of them. Unnatural and revolting. And he wants to know if his paltry words are sufficient? "Get OUT" a voice roars, accompanied by a glistening wave of sunlight that seeks to burn and weaken the ascended. So powerful, and yet brought to heel so quickly. How they hate them, they who are the cause of all of this. Who cares about his questions? Let him flounder and flail in this new world. Perhaps those who created him should have included an instruction manual. Sunlight bleeds across Archebold's face threatening to only increase in intensity.