((You're an Angel. After Heaven finally conquered hell, one angel was forced to care for the queens of Hell, one per day.. and on the second Monday, you get Heresy. She always does everything wrong, no matter what.))

You told Heresy to stop sitting on the table. She's humming a tune, smiling like a kid as she sits on the table. There's a butt-print from where she's sat for the hundredth time.