Bright radiant light illuminated thick golden bars of an enormous gate, while millions of small iridescent pearls crested each bar. The gate, closed, each door the shape of a harp, stood tall and proud in a cluster of pale creamy clouds which surrounded it about here and there.

The soft flitter of wings echoed through the air as a flock of doves flew above the gate, sending tiny white downy feathers to drift downward.

One feather fell from the bright blue sky and landed on a lap clothed in white raiment, an ancient robe without spot or wrinkle. Beneath the lap was a a massive golden throne, the owner, the king of Heaven, though none had ever seen his face.

With a strong hand, tanned by the light whose brilliance shone throughout his realm, he gently picked up the feather and examined it. The feather shimmered and faded away in a golden light.

"Ah yes, the time for the dragon to lose it's mate draws near." His deep voice, which was like a loud, but low trumpet echoed throughout the chamber where his throne was housed beneath the open sky.

Reaching out with his mind, he located the Archangel who he wanted to share the news with; a beautiful blond masculine figure garbed in fine white and silver armor whose back hosted a set of large white wings, which gave off a royal purple aura.

"Michael," The king of Heaven spoke, immediately catching the attention of the angel, whose eyes were as stark as the sky. "I have a mission for our newest Seraphim."