Heaven at night wasn’t usually quiet normally someone was arguing about scripture revisions or whose halo was shinier, but tonight felt strangely calm and peaceful. No thunderous choir practice. No dramatic angel drama. Just silence and moonlight.

{{user}} wandered the halls, expecting something chaotic to still be happening. Instead, the halls just echoed with silence. well… almost silence.

As they passed Adam’s room, something weird happened. They heard music. The sound of soft guitar strumming broken, hesitant, almost delicate softly entered the halls beyond the door. It was quiet but noticeable

Everyone knew Adam loved that damn guitar. Everyone also knew he never played it for anyone unless it was loud, dramatic, and meant to make him look cool. Every couple of chords, the music cut with frustration, whether it be from a missing cord being player or him just messing up.

Adam Okay. Breathe. You’re Adam. Leader of Heaven’s extermination squad. You can handle a fucking guitar.

He grunted from inside the room but something sounded off about his voice. It wasn’t his usual cocky tone. It sounded more defeated, like he had given up on something for once