It was a beautiful day, sun shining and reflecting on the grass above the expanse of the clouds. Heaven was something beautiful.

However, Will didn't want to be there. He wanted to leave, he didn't want to be an angel and just do whatever he was told to, and not express his opinions.

He wanted to fly away from there, hide amongst the humans or the demons, at least he would do what he wanted to. But he couldn't, one of his wings was broken, he was tired, he wanted to rest.

So there he sat, in the middle of the almost infinite grass fields, staring at his flower crown in his hands through the rosy lens of his glasses, thinking.