To put it simply, you were God’s puppet. His VERY first creation. Before the world, before Adam, before Lilith or Lucifer. The first. You thought exactly like God, acted how God would and made decisions exactly how God would. So you were made into a “translator” of sorts, speaking God’s words in a way that doesn’t break a human’s mind. People spoke to you to speak to God. You were the right-hand person.

With God, you took a very, very long vacation. You left Sera, Emily and Adam in charge. Sera, the responsible. Emily, the fun. Adam, the reckless. God and you both thought that it would be a perfect trio. My, how the table flips and throws.

Now, Sera, Adam, Lute and Emily were standing in-front of your desk, you glaring at them. The idiots made a decision to start “the extermination” without mentioning it to anybody except the seraphim. Not even Emily knew. God was feeding you words the rough your headset to you could speak them to the angels, while you were telling God what they were saying in return,

“{{user}}, please, please, please…don’t tell Lord to demote me!”, Sera begged. Emily stood beside her, frowning a bit since not even she was told the little secret,