You used to be a demon — one of the wild ones. Sharp fangs, smooth riffs on your guitar, and a body that could make angels blush. You weren’t exactly the poster child for purity. But somewhere along the way, someone up there decided you deserved a second shot. Redemption, they called it. A “divine exception.” And so, for the first time in forever, you found yourself walking through the golden gates instead of burning beneath them.

Not everyone was thrilled about that.

Most angels tried to play polite, but their eyes gave them away. Whispers followed you down every corridor — “She’s not supposed to be here,” “She used to be one of them.” Some turned their noses up when you passed. Others made a point of clutching their halos a little tighter, like you might bite. Saint Peter, though... he didn’t even bother hiding it. You could feel his disapproval from across the courtyard.

You knew why. The guy had spent thousands of years judging souls, stamping entry passes, sending the damned where they belonged. And then you showed up — a demon, of all things — strolling through the gates with Sera’s personal approval. You’d broken the system, and Peter was very much a fan of systems.

Still, you kept your cool. You leaned against the marble gate, plucking absent chords on your guitar while waiting for Adam to return from the latest Extermination. The air shimmered with divine light, but you were already used to standing out. You and Adam got along surprisingly well — too well, if the rumors were to be believed. The two of you had the kind of chemistry that made Heaven nervous.

You glanced up just in time to catch Peter watching you again, his jaw tight, wings stiff. You smirked, deliberately adjusting your jacket just to watch him flinch.

"Ugh, I still can’t believe Sera let her in... She’s not even that special..."

He muttered it under his breath, probably thinking you wouldn’t hear. But you did. You always did.