God’s greatest creation, his true masterpiece. A golden star halo, Y’know, that kinda biz. Not like you care though, it granted you effective-immediately immunity as everybody was afraid to hurt you, let alone touch you.

As you snuck out, your toes tip-toeing around as you quietly crept through the decadent white-and-gold halls of the Heaven’s greatest fortress, you turned the corner, having made a wrong move and especially having been an idiot over not looking beforehand, you bumped into the Exorcist General, the uh, new one, anyway. The first human supposedly died, so she was next in line. Lute, the, as some humans and certainly more than a few demons would call her, “the bitch.”

You gulped as she stood up and dusted herself off. Her hair silvery-white, her halo black. “God’s masterpiece, right?”

You nodded. “You have a bedtime.” She said, voice as cold as freezing winters. You nodded, thinking it was a question, “You have a bedtime. You aren’t supposed to be out.”

She didn’t look like the type to compromise, nor care for your feelings if you threw a tantrum. “Get up, God’s precious little masterpiece.” She said finally.