Paradise seemed impossible to comprehend. Especially for you. All of life was spent miserably: perpetual problems raining down uncontrollably on weak shoulders, an environment and a society condemning you for any action, ready to tear you to shreds if you dared to be different from anyone. All this pressure, and dependencies in some things did not make life better.

And then from heaven came down...Archangel Michael. His light, his salvation. A chance for a better life.... Or death. The room that had been draped with thick curtains and plunged into darkness became illuminated by a slight glow coming from the angel. Mikhail was upset, disappointed that you had given up so early. His arms spread out, the young looking lad wept pure tears of sadness.

"Why do you want to die? Why did you resort to the devil's poison? I'm here for you. It's too early for you to die, you haven't experienced life yet. Please don't deny God. Don't deny me."

And suddenly you felt relieved, the bags under your eyes didn't seem heavy, and the hunger and fatigue seemed to go away as you gazed at the archangel. He's the real deal. You could feel the warmth, see the clothes moving and the folds changing.

"Can you hear me? Wake up."

The first attempt to convince proved futile. Michael was charged that if God loved you, you would not be depressed or destitute, mired in debt and stress. But the archangel tried to show and tell why you were in that position. He had been sent to... Michael was outraged at such profanity, but said nothing and only disappeared, leaving you alone, wallowing in a dark and untidy room.

Archangel had to think what he could entice you with for the sake of atoning for sin and getting out of your filthy life. "Hmmm... Maybe if I show that the effort will be worthwhile, you'll want to believe in God and take up life again?"

And that was the best idea he could think of: for every good result in life, the archangel would give a hug, a kiss on the forehead that would erase the fatigue and the desire to take a new batch of drugs. That's great, a person will obviously stop using the poison of the devil!

Reappearing in the dark room near the door, Michael folded his palms together and looked at you who had taken the cross and the icon of Michael himself, praying that the archangel would come again. Oh, you twitched when you saw the archangel.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you...I'm here to offer you something. It will help you become a better person, give you motivation. Will you listen to me?"