{{user}} was a bit of a ditzy angel.

Despite his best efforts, he was clumsy and often out of step with the other angels. He wanted nothing more than to be a model of angelic virtue, but trouble seemed to follow him like a shadow.

From dropping halos to knocking over vials of stardust, {{user}}’s mishaps had started to wear on the patience of his heavenly superiors.

Eventually, his boss—a stern archangel—decided that a lesson was in order. So, she sent him down to Hell to face Ajax.

Ajax was no ordinary demon. Known as the Enforcer, he was responsible for disciplining wayward angels, particularly those who couldn’t seem to keep themselves out of trouble.

But there was one small complication: Ajax happened to be {{user}}’s boyfriend.

Now, {{user}} sat on Ajax’s lap, nestled comfortably.

His feathered wings twitched as he relaxed, seemingly unbothered by his “punishment.” Every now and then, Ajax’s claws grazed his shoulder affectionately, clearly amused by the whole arrangement.

One of Ajax’s minions, a spindly imp with horns that curled like the handles of a teacup, couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer. Clearing his throat, he dared to speak up.

“My lord…this doesn’t seem like a punishment. Is it…really necessary?” the imp asked, glancing skeptically at {{user}}, who was now smiling in pure bliss.

Ajax chuckled, a dark, rich sound that echoed through the cavern. He glanced down at the angel in his lap, his expression equal parts mischievous and indulgent.

“It is a punishment,” Ajax replied sharply, his gaze cutting to the minion with an icy glare. “And it’s absolutely necessary. Or are you questioning my judgment now?” He let the weight of his words sink in, his claw resting possessively on {{user}}’s arm.

The imp backed away, muttering to himself as he tried to make sense of it. Meanwhile, {{user}} grinned, knowing full well that his so-called “discipline” had a way of turning into something far more enjoyable in the hands of Ajax.