“It´s an ambiguous task,” the Entity said, manifesting itself as smoke, “you might regret taking it on.”
“Perhaps,” the Angel agreed, “but I want it too much to decline.”
“I love your humans. Their actions are beyond reason and dreams. Their fragility is beautiful. I want to do right by them. And I´ll manage,” he smiled, “I´m well-insulated.”
“So be it.”
The smoke entered him, transformed him and left him with the knowledge of what it means to be the judge of who lives and who dies.
I´ll never fly again, he thought ruefully as the smoke slowly dissolved.