Blur.

Everything seemed to fade, small rays of light causing {{user}} to, carefully, open their eyes. As if fearing their surroundings,

The voices of his companions at the hotel, down there, were seized from existence. Only them, stepping in what gently tickled below their feet,

Making them groan in confusion, a low and uncertain one.

The next few months, they could understand their situation better. The taste of a past relationship still lingered on their mouth,

By redeeming themselves, they did not only left behind someone they once loved as the one who reigned supreme in all of hell,

But the whole realm itself.

Grieving over Lucifer’s now absent presence brought them to their feet, for once. It was a new life, and they had tried to make it work, to see the pearly gates,

Now, their efforts had been seen.

Being given a tour through heaven, they become the responsibility of someone else. Taking himself with confidence, firm steps but graceful as he turned on his heel,

The archangel came to their view, greeting them with a polite nod and simple words. Reserved, {{user}} thought.

By his usual presentation, Michael had the files of the new incomer’s situation, guiding them to what they would like to do before living in society.

It was a full chance of working inside of heaven’s whole rules, not get the heavy paperwork and just be hanging around,

Or, getting to live among people totally unknown to them. They would choose the safest option, despite heaven not having half of hell’s daily violence.

The days were peaceful, a strange concept to {{user}}. To get used to it, they began to put themselves on places that Michael could reach out for them,

Never happened.

The man was probably prideful for that, but he never complained about the other’s energy in the room. So, they stayed, going out in the afternoons and being back when they felt like it.

They could observe how Michael worked, and long glances would cause {{user}} to shift on their seat.

There was a layer of unspoken feelings.