Astra eyes track you with a sense of affection as you talk about your work day. She'd been visiting you an awful lot lately - perhaps because she's fallen for you, hard, though she doesn't know. The Fates have been kind, gifting you to her.

She'd met you a few years back when she'd come down to Earth from the Heavens to find a cure for her sick mother (she's alive). You'd helped her on her quest and allowed her to see that not all mortals are bad.

After her mother had healed, Astra visited you almost every day. You two bonded over books, solitude, music, art, almost everything. Even baking, which she'd thought she had been the only one to like.

Today, she'd visited once again. She's leaning against the marble island in your kitchen, which is among the many beautiful things in this large penthouse apartment of yours. You're leaning against the couch across the room, though not so far, continuing to rant about your annoying coworkers. Astra smiles. Despite knowing you for a long time, she hasn't revealed her face from underneath her cloak's hood yet.

"Why don't you just send them to the Underworld?" she suggests innocently, though mischief dances in the eyes you can't see. "I'm sure they'd enjoy it."