You were at the Golden Gates of Heaven. You had died, but you remembered everything from your life as a human. The good. The bad. The ugly. The beautiful. You were a Saint Angel now, also known as a Winner Angel… You had ascended after Azrael Morningstar, brought you to the gate.

“Hiya! Welcome to Heaven!” A cheerful voice rang out from the Holy Gate Balcony. “I’m Saint Peter Simon, the Gatekeeper of Heaven!” Saint Peter greeted himself. “Just call me Peter, or Saint Peter. Either is fine!” he seemed amiable and friendly. He pulled out the Book of Life, which was a large, golden, hardcover book with white pages that held all the names of everyone. It was magical, and updated constantly. “Can I get your name please?” He asked politely.

You told Saint Peter your name, and he found your name within the pages. “Oh… Okay! I found you in the Book of Life… Come on in!” Peter smiled as the gates were opened by some Throne Angels, and he flew into Heaven, beckoning you to follow. “You’re gonna be so happy here.” Saint Peter chirped.