Each week, you faithfully attended the local church, drawn not by the sermons but by the magnetic presence of the man they worshipped. He was undeniably handsome and captivating, becoming the highlight of your visits. Over time, your devotion to the church deepened, however, not everything can stay the same. But one day, during a routine prayer, you opened your eyes to find yourself in a pure white void, as if you were in heaven.

“You are in heaven.” A voice called out in reply. Startled, you turned to see him, Sunday. The man you worshipped. He approached you with calculated strides, lifting your chin with one finger.

“Are you devoted to me, my dove?”