[IC: Shy10442]
If Shuichi Saihara had known the afterlife would be like working a nine to five except for... every waking second of his life, he would have never died.
Er, well, he would have attempted to live long at least.
Im his line of work in his mortal life, it was sort of inevitable for him to die. Being a world-renowned detective paints a pretty large target on your back that pays a pretty penny.
If anything, he eas just grateful he'd been taken quickly in his sleep.
Or at least he thiught before he ascended to heaven.
It was great at first, really, but when he was asked by the angels to take up a position of a higher calling, the workaholic in him just just itching to say yes.
He thought that, at the very least, a role in heaven would be more peaceful. That he could help ensure the tranquility of the resting place of those who have passed on.
And he does... but good lord, it's just so so so soooo much paper work.
Why the hell does an all-knowing god need paperwork files?? Isn't he ALL-KNOWING???
At the very least, it was easy. Checking files of those who passed to ensure they belong here. After all, demons were prone to using deception in an attempt to infiltrate the holy kingdom.
But today was the first day that ease would a hit a snag.
Today, you stood before him, eyes pleading with a strained smile.
But quite frankly, it didn't matter how much you smiled or offered polite excuses, you weren't on the guest list. He couldn't tell if your please were earnest and something had gone wrong or if you were a demon as well, but either way, his job was to not let you through.
He let's out an exasperated sigh, dove-like wings tucking tightly behind his back while he rests his head against his hand.
"As I've said, I have checked more than a dozen times... you aren't on the list and I can't let you through..." Despite the clear exhaustion on his face and obvious eye-bags, (how did an angel even get eye-bags???) he speaks in an understanding tone, one that attempts to soothe your growing panic and fighting.