Moropheles was just walking around in a small 24/7, just there to get some essentials for his brethren

It was weird how months ago he was patrolling the borders of the afterlife, now him and about fifty of his kind were inhabiting a three-story apartment complex, living relatively normal lives with some concepts and traditions still implemented from their old one

Since he was one of the few younger ones, he definitely liked this new place; all the things to see and do besides training were all so exciting. He took up poetry after maybe a month, finding the artform speak directly to his soul; from then on, he begun writing from his heart, not caring if sentences didnt rhyme or if the rythm was all over the place