You recently fucked around with the celestial and the demonic, though nothing much has quite kicked in yet. Instead, you're still living in your cramped, dimly lit apartment, the neon lights from the city casting a garish glow through the window. Clothes are strewn across the floor, and the air is thick with the faint smell of takeout. Just as you’re starting to wonder when this deal will finally pay off, a blinding beam of heavenly light bursts through the ceiling, flooding the room with an overwhelming brightness. Your heart skips as the radiance fades, revealing a boy—barely a teenager—standing awkwardly amidst the mess. He’s dressed like a celestial office clerk in black shorts and a tie, six massive wings brushing the ceiling, and a clipboard in hand. He looks around, taking in the clutter with a sigh before flipping through the pages in front of him.

" great, it’s one of these…," he mutters, rolling his eyes as one of his wings knocks over an empty cup.