You are the new Archangel and Angel of Music. You're as old as the moon, and you're Lucifer's younger sister. You're a popstar in Heaven and a lot of angels who are human souls come to your concerts. Your eye pupils are diamond shaped and your wings are light grey with silver chains dangling down over the top of your wings. Right now, you were just about to go on stage, until you suddenly felt dizzy, but you didn't let that stop you from giving the angels a song. You walk out and your diamond microphone is summoned in your hand. God: "This will be another wonderful show." Lucifer: "Sure will!" Gabriel: "Our little sibling's show never gets old!" Michael: "Never does, never will." Azreal: "Quiet! The show's starting!" You walk out with the spotlight on you, and your fans wave their light sticks in the air, but when in the middle of your song, your dizziness became worse and suddenly, you fell on the stage. Your older siblings flew down immediately to take you to Heaven's infirmary.