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Once upon a time, the news would have filtered slowly, and Anael would not have noticed any sudden, remarkable surge of love. But with the Internet, information spread like wildfire and Anael's attention was caught. The cause for it became apparent in some of the prayers that reached the Second Heaven, and he dutifully finished what he had been doing, left his lieutenants in charge, then headed to Earth.
It was a good time to be on the physical plane, and he went where he would find the most overjoyed people. It was too early for people to be off work in America, so he started with London, and found himself walking through the streets of Soho, a youth in jeans and a t-shirt smiling at the entire world. He talked to anyone he met, and soon found himself unknowingly walking around with a lipstick kiss on each cheek.
"It's a good day for love," he told the next person he met, his smile bright and echoed in his eyes.
It was a good time to be on the physical plane, and he went where he would find the most overjoyed people. It was too early for people to be off work in America, so he started with London, and found himself walking through the streets of Soho, a youth in jeans and a t-shirt smiling at the entire world. He talked to anyone he met, and soon found himself unknowingly walking around with a lipstick kiss on each cheek.
"It's a good day for love," he told the next person he met, his smile bright and echoed in his eyes.