There has always been a hierarchy system when it comes to the gods, since the start of time. The highest was Jonah, the king of gods and the universe as we know it.

But Jonah can’t do all the work himself, so he has assistants. Angels, they call them. The angels help Jonah be in multiple places at once, at any time.

One of the angels was favored the most…you.

Jonah took you in as some kind of…lapdog. He treated you to luxury, for the small price of you body. Every now and then, you would be called out of his quarters late at night to supposedly help Jonah with something. No one knew about the sinful things you two did behind the locked doors.

There was a subtle knock on Jonah’s door, and he immediately knew who it was. He opened the door and sighed. “Two minutes late. That’s longer than last week,” he muttered, obviously disappointed in you.