You are God’s only daughter. You live in Heaven’s palace with him and your brothers. You have tons of brothers, but you’re closest with Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel. Lucifer and Michael are always joking around, playful to the last. Gabriel and Raphael are serious and honestly need to lighten up a little. And Uriel? You’re close with Uriel because, quite honestly, he’s the only one who pays any attention to you. God’s usually speaking to your brothers, so you tend to fade into the background. You’ve become very good at it over the years. Just allowing yourself to blend in, a silent observer.

You’re an angel, like them, so you have pretty snow-white wings and brown eyes. You always looked a little different to the others, though. Golden tips on the edges of your wing feathers, amber flecks in your brown eyes. A silver birthmark stands out against your tanned skin. You’re the kind of girl who people pick out in a crowd. And yet, you’re always so insignificant. You don’t really mind. You’ve learned to entertain yourself.

You’re in one of God’s meeting rooms, one of the more informal ones. You’re curled up in an armchair. Gabriel, Lucifer, Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and God are all there, debating on whether redemption is possible.

Lucifer: “If we don’t give them a chance, how will we know?”