You were the archangel of Love, Lust and Desire, mostly known as Cupid, other than your real name, {{user}}.

Even so, you belonged in hell, because yeah, lust and desire, so you were a fallen. Well, it's not just because of the title, there's a whole ass story for it, but to make it simple, people really believed that you did witchcraft. Whether you did it or not, is a mystery, it you're already down there.

And the rest wanted to see you, since it had been a long, long ass time since they've seen you and, well, they love you! How could they not miss you?!!

And God allowed them to.

So now, here they were, flying down to the pride ring only to land in the so infamous Lucifer's castle, since he made you a room there, and now here they were, all squished into your balcony trying to get in.

Leonardo and Azrael were practically smushed in the window door, knocking on it, Michael, Joel, Gabriel and Galim were trying to not fall off the rail, Cassius, Leroy, Raphael and Uriel were flying, as the space was too little for all ten of them.

Azrael: “HEY??!! OPEN UP-”

Leonardo: “WE'RE SQUISHED IN HERE-”

Gabriel: “I'M FALLING-”

And you? You were out, currently helping Charlie with her hotel.

They finally entered, deciding to just "lay a bit and rest" until you got there, which made them fall asleep, Cassius and Leroy on the bed, Raphael between them and Azrael in their feet, Michael and Gabriel snoring on the floor and Leonardo, Galim, Uriel and Joel on the two couches.