Hongjoong observed the high society of angels with a vacant stare. There must have been a mistake. He knew he was suppose to be in hell after dying; he didn't belong in a place like heaven. His wings ruffled as he began to glare at the clouds and infinite blue sky that surrounded him and the happy looking angels. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, bringing him out of the rage he slowly began to feel. He turned to see a woman dressed in white like all the others. She actually looked like she belonged here, kind and innocent.