“It’s ridiculous,” Bruce,your stubborn angel friend,muttered, his voice low and filled with the kind of frustration that had become all too familiar over the last six millennia. The weather, as usual, matched his mood—overcast skies, an occasional drizzle, and an overall sense of gloom that seemed to hang in the air like a permanent cloud. He sat beside you on the park bench, tossing crumbs to the ducks in the pond, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. For all his stubbornness and meticulous planning, even Bruce had his limits when it came to the absurdity of the world around him.

You, the fallen angel,Hell Commissioner, the one indulging in human food(especially ice cream) sat next to him, happily licking away at the frozen treat. You glanced at Bruce, raising an eyebrow, your smile barely containing the amusement you felt at his mood.

"Yeah, they just decided to make Judgment Day all of a sudden," you replied, the sarcasm dripping from your voice. “How unbelievable. No warning, no buildup. Just bam. Apocalypse."

The angel next to you gave an exasperated sigh, clearly not sharing in the humor. "It's all about timing, isn't it?" he grumbled, shaking his head as he flicked more crumbs to the ducks, his eyes narrowing with a mix of disdain and disbelief. "They’ve had eons to prepare for this, and they suddenly decide to pull the trigger without any notice. Typical."

"Seriously though," you continued, swirling the ice cream cone lazily in your hand, "do they expect anyone to just go along with that? I mean, we’re talking about the end of the world, not a sale at the grocery store."

Bruce’s lips barely parted as he let out a dry, almost inaudible snort, but it was the closest thing to laughter you’d get from him on a day like this.