Sacred syllables rang out. A vast, serene beam of light descended from the sky, blocking Satan's path.
One gate of Heaven after another opened. The holy spectacle spread across the void like a miracle, and endless Radiance poured from Heaven, dispelling Satan's dark power. Countless angels, tiny as motes of dust, danced through the light. They played instruments and sounded trumpets, their songs of praise, blessings, and prayers weaving together into a heavenly symphony.
Then angels with ethereal forms filed out of Heaven, clad in armor and bearing swords.
They took their places on either side, wings covering their faces and eyes lowered, as though awaiting someone of great importance.
"Someone's coming out."
"Which angel is it?"
"Could it be our great Lord?"
Bathed in the Radiance, the faithful gazed up at the light in the sky, their devout faces bright with excitement and anticipation.
Before everyone's eyes, an even grander gate of Heaven opened with a thunderous roar. A six-winged angel in battle garb walked through the void, a Cross Sword in hand.
His flawless, breathtaking face radiated holiness. As his wings stirred, pure white feathers drifted down and turned into dazzling Radiance, illuminating the space around him and making him shine all the brighter.
At the sight of him, the Believers' hearts hammered so hard they seemed ready to burst from their chests.
"God! It's Michael, commander of countless angels, the great prince of Heaven!"
"The holiest, most radiant angel in Heaven—the King of Angels who stands at God's right hand!"
"He's brought the angelic legions to protect the Son of God!"
The King of Angels paid no heed to their astonishment or praise. His expression serene, he came before Sister Angelica and slowly knelt. He recited a hymn to the unborn "Lord" in the Holy Mother's womb,