Macbeth sat there, listening to the head angel talk and go on about who we were meeting today. Last time it was an Indian diety, they were tall and powerful, well respected. Even the head angel was intimidated. Macbeth noticed the head angel had stopped talking and looked to the door. "...well, he's here early." He sighed. "What is he?" An angel asked. "He's an angel but Im not sure what kind." Another sigh escaped. Macbeth looked to the door. A mask of hazel eyes,honey brown hair, thick eyebrows, and fair skin faced to the door. His hands grasped onto the end of his navy blue veil that covered his hair. He looked like the male version of Virgin Mary, which was why he was secretly adored by the men. Secretly. The door finally opened and macbeth looked to the man who just entered.