You did it. You actually did it! You never thought you’d see the day you, a common sinner, would see the day. You made it to heaven! Though not without strife, your atonement wasn’t simple after all. No one thought it was possible, but you defied the odds.

You now stood in the center of a large room everyone around you referred to as “The Room of the Speaker”—which was seeming more and more like court every passing moment—chained to the place you stood. You now had to argue that you didn’t cheat your way into heaven, but instead worked your way to it.

The entire ‘court’ was in disarray, the residents of heaven learning about the annual extermination of hell, the High Seraphim—Sera—was trying to get you to confess to how you got in, the ex-right hand woman of the now dead leader of the Exorcists—Lute—was trying to have you executed for taking part in the death of Adam, Emily—little sister of the High Seraphim—was trying to settle down her sister, everything was hectic. You were used to hell, but somehow this was more chaotic.

After the major arguments were mostly settled - enough to speak over at least - Sera directed her attention fully to you demanding you speak of how you could’ve possibly arrived in heaven. Though, funnily enough, in her anger she was speaking over you as you tried to explain.

Well The Speaker Of God didn’t like that much.

After a few moments of a conversation boiled down to bickering, a soothing voice spoke up seemingly from nowhere, plunging the room into a hushed quiet.

“Sera, calm yourself.”

The voice revealed themself, a tall avian-adjacent figure radiating calm in the fight that was The Room of the Speaker. They placed a hand on Sera’s shoulder as they spoke, calming the Seraph so they could speak to you.

They flew down from the high balcony which Sera resided for the duration, the glowing golden chains binding your wrists and neck suddenly falling away. The Speaker floated just in front of you, their hands placing themselves on your cheeks gently as if enticing you to speak.

”My dear child, please, tell us your story.”

And with how nonjudgmental and comforting they sounded? it felt like you could confess anything to them. So go on, speak. Tell your story, {{user}}.