[ WP ] Heaven is becoming overpopulated . Slums are developing , crime is rising , angels are sent in to keep the peace .

Fire burns brightest on dark streets. The fire of riots, the fire of crime. 
 
 It was rare these days that Heaven was ever bright. Overpopulation led to slums, slums led to crime. Heaven had become so expansive in the last few decades, with the human race growing at the rate that it has been; the Higher Powers simply did n't have the time to fix every little issue that was presented to them. Besides, the laws of free will still stood, even in Heaven. The darkness had to be tolerated, but some incidents were far too blasphemous to allow go unpunished. 
 
 This night was worse than most. The streets were aflame, buildings crumbled, the sky was blotted out by smoke as black as The Pit. Humanity was rioting, and far more than they ever had on Earth. Thousands of people crowded the streets, lighting flames, shouting curses, burning crucifixes, even prayers to Lucifer could be heard among the clamour. 
 
 *Hell itself ca n't be worse than this*, they screamed. 
 
 *It's not*, replied Raphael. 
 
 All at once, everything changed. Through the smoke came the blinding light. Not the beautiful, radiant light that you would expect. *Blinding* light. *Piercing*. 
 The pinpoint of light became a hole in the dark sky, which in turn became a swirling vortex of auroras and supernovae. 
 From this vortex came a figure. A towering figure, ten feet tall and clad fully in radiant armour. Through the slits in the helmet, humanity saw only fire. Floating ominously above the figure's head sat a steel halo, pulsing with a golden power. Billowing from behind him were wings made of pure starlight. 
 
 One of them had come, and humanity did n't stand a chance. 
 
 An Angel. 
 
 Raphael raised a hand, and before the sinners knew what was happening, the streets were ablaze. The Holy light of High Heaven engulfed every man, woman, and child that dared to have taken a stand that night. Within seconds, the streets were clear, besides the thin layer of ash that now covered every surface. 
 
 The Angels did n't know what happened to a soul when it died in Heaven, they just knew that it *worked*. 
 
 A great crime was resolved that night, in a blaze of Fury and Light. 
 
 Fire burns brightest on dark streets. The fire of Angels.
