The Road To Perdition, Michael, Verse Ii

I found her working a city street. I stopped. I asked her price. She responded; "Salvation." I liked this one. I laughed and told her to get in. She asked; "Who are you? " I said; "Michael." She asked; "The Archangel? " I smiled and said; "Yes! " I was full of vengeance. I moved her in with me. She did not object. I wouldn't have to go out looking every night. She was like tarnished bronze, something shiny under there but heavily layered. She just needed to be stripped. I was very good with my hands. Her eyes were quiet blue, deep and mesmerizing. Her skin a pale milky white. She had two long scars on her back. When I queried, She said; "Once I had wings." I brought her down to earth. I don't remember when I started hitting her. It's not something a man writes down. He doesn't know the hurt until he sees her the next morning. I swore it would not happen again. We both knew it was a lie. She never put up her hands. That was the strange part. She accepted every blow. When I asked about it. She said; "I need to suffer to be purged." I never stopped purging. She told me her name was, Fallen Angel. I asked, "Did your parents give you that name? " She said; "I left my place in heaven. I was attracted by the ways of the flesh." I asked her; "Do you like what you found? " When I wearied of her I cast her out. She asked; "Where will I go? " I told her; "Walk the road to perdition."