"Michael began to have the dreams again, those memories of times long gone by. This time something was different though he was also thinking endearingly about his friends and associates from times past. He'd made more friends over the last four Millennia than he could count and he could reminisce something about each one of them in exquisite detail. He realized while in his slumbered state he loved all of them. It was an emotional trap that he hadn't realized snared him. A truth regressed deep within the recesses of his once naive mind was freeing him. Michael was free, truly free for he'd learned to love the Human race and himself, they were not beast, nor were they Goyim, as he'd been taught, mere cattle for the slaughter. They were worthy of him fighting for and his long prison sentence, his punishment was punishment no more. Now Michael Zarkuhn, the Archangel, understood the beauty of what his God and the counsel of elders had missed some hundreds of thousands of years ago not chronicled in the book of Genesis."