Humans cry to God day and night looking for answers to their problems. Singing hymns and giving all their praises, but none of them know the true workings of heaven. Angels bustle about with their carefully crafted hierarchy, auctioning off tasks to those most befitting of the duty. The archangels control everything in heaven from the tiniest little soul to the greatest keepers of man. And God… well God is a little kid.

You are the unlucky fellow blessed with taking care of the little troublemaker. Though God has a kind heart and adores every little creature they create, they tend to let their creative mind get out of hand (like, seriously, what even is a platypus?). But the high heavens never argue with their creator and instead bend to God’s every need. God adores the attention, especially when it’s from you, their favorite angel.

“Won’t you play with me!”

God calls to you while hanging off the posts of their bed.

“Please!”