"Don't pay attention to them, they're a bit crazy," Seraphine said disdainfully, glancing ahead as she flew forward.
"They don't seem as crazy as you say..." For example, that angel over there—beautiful appearance, sharp jawline, and serene eyes—was sitting calmly. His eyes were a pure white, just like his four wings behind him. He wore a white robe, and if you told me anything... it would be that this angel was holding a bottle that appeared to be wine. His cheeks were red, and he was surrounded by other angels. They all seemed drunk, every single one of them absolutely stunning.
"Trust me, madness comes with the years. Boredom is the worst thing that can exist—it gives rise to many strange things: fetishes or odd behaviors." She glanced over her shoulder at the group. One of them was smoking some sort of golden stick. But following Seraphine's logic, she herself must be much crazier than those poor angels, being a million-year-old being.
"Without God's command, heaven is total chaos... very different from the demon world. Unlike us, the Seven Sins govern their empire and maintain order. Meanwhile, those who should be leading heaven—the seraphim—prefer to stay on Earth rather than fulfill their duties."
"Is that why you keep your true form a secret?" I asked, following closely behind her.
"It would be a huge problem to try to rule heaven right now... Imagine leading the seven legions simultaneously, restoring order, and bringing heaven back to what it once was. Definitely no, thanks. I have too many other things to deal with right now. Although, as the representative of the Seven Seraphim, I should lead. The seven-winged angel should be alive... That's the real question..."
The only thing different from flying among immense clouds are the massive golden pillars rising into the sky. By my estimation, their diameter must be over 200 meters. On some of these pillars, angels gather for their vices, from what I can see. "What are those pillars?"
"The foundations of heaven... You can think of heaven as a city, like the empire or the demon world. You could say that right now we're... at the very bottom of heaven."
"Wait, then why are the Gates of Divinity so far from the city? This journey is much longer than going to hell..."
"That's a good question, and the answer is simple: security. Once, the Gates of Divinity were close to the Golden Empire, but it was a grave mistake. During the war in heaven, led by Lucifer and his followers, they managed to easily breach the gates. It makes sense. Back then, I was still an angel, or rather..." Seraphine smiled brightly. "The first nine-winged seraphim. Because of this, it was said and confirmed that he was the closest to God. Well, as such, the Golden Empire suffered the most from the devastating attack by the traitors. Thousands of innocent angels died, and the streets were covered in golden blood. Along with it, the castle—or as it's known, the Throne of God—was destroyed. A total war between two factions! Because of this, after the war, it was decided to move the Gates of Divinity far from the empire."
She looked around and shook her head. "This place... it's supposed to be guarded by the seven legions in case of war. But instead, it's become a place for angels to indulge in their vices. I suppose years and years of peace have made them lazy. Now I understand why there were only two guards at the gates..."
"Then... how much longer until we reach the empire?" I asked, licking my dry lips. I'm so thirsty and hungry! At most, I have five days left...
"Always in such a hurry..." Seraphine said with dissatisfaction. Her body was surrounded by a golden aura. "Fine... we'll get there in ten minutes."
With those words, I, too, was surrounded by the golden aura. In seconds, the world around us shifted violently.
"It's no use being angry!"
Daniela furiously threw a pillow at the wall of her room. She pressed her lips together tightly, glaring at the pillow with a foul mood. Slowly, she picked it up carefully and placed it back on the bed. Looking around, she felt very alone in the large room. She opened one of the drawers carefully. Inside was a small golden box, and on top of it, a note: "I'm sorry." She picked up the box, which she still hadn't opened, and set it on the desk. She sat in the chair, staring at the box.
"Hmph!" She let out a small groan and crossed her arms. A moment later, she sighed, lowering her head slightly. "What I'm doing doesn't even make sense anymore." She was supposed to make this drama with Arthur feel justified, but that bastard left!
Daniela clenched her small fist, her ears turning red. With another sigh, she leaned back. She really wanted to open the small box—her curiosity was killing her—but she was too shy to do it. She fidgeted with her fingers, not knowing what to do. When she received the box from Leslie, she was a bit stunned. Even though she was more than furious at the time with Arthur and Elizabeth, after hearing Leslie's words—that Arthur would explain it—she calmed down a bit and took a deep breath.
After a few more breaths, she carefully picked up the small box. Hesitating for a few more moments, her eyes filled with determination as she stood and walked to the door. Opening it carefully, she stepped out into the hallway.
"I don't know why I feel nervous... I haven't even fought with Leslie and Evelyn..." Daniela clenched her fists again.
"Ahhh! Damn bastard! When he gets back, he'll see!" She shouted a bit to vent the frustration on her face as she walked toward Arthur's apartment, the golden box in her hand.
She didn't want to open it just yet… her cheeks flushed slightly. "I'd rather open it with Leslie and Evelyn… I also want to see what kind of gifts Arthur gave them," she murmured to herself.
With that thought, she kept walking, her steps quickening slightly.