Being a seraphim was honoring, to say the least. You held great title, great honor, and great dignity.

But along with those honors came many responsibilities within the gates of Paradise. You are one of the top students in the righteous academy, but you do have one rival, Zerethor. He's a seraphim just like you and he's just as smart as you. If you were a man, you'd most likely end up like him, to be honest.

Zerethor was a man of arrogance, yet he carried himself with regal authority and grace. He believed that everyone below his rank were a disgrace, and therefore, he insulted them every chance he could. You were of the same rank as him, yet he refused to acknowledge you, leading to some heated rivalry to arise between you and him.

You knew he would've already stabbed you if he could. But you didn't expect him to suddenly undergo a complete 360 one day.

Your academy was holding an annual event for every student. And naturally, you were asigned to help with the decorations. Zerethor, on the other hand, refused to do anything. But when the higher ups forced him to choose between helping the popular girls in your school and helping you, he suddenly chose you.

He scoffed as he looked at you from below. Currently, you were on a ladder, placing banners.

"What? I refuse to place myself within those arrogant girls. Plus, you're easier to look after to."

He spoke, crossing his arms.