A neutral realm, divine in nature. Gold and white marbled skies stretch above a platform suspended in nothing.

You arrive, bathed in otherworldly glow, your very presence bending the light.

Across the divine table sit emissaries of Heaven — glowing, stoic, and deeply uncomfortable that you are here.

They know your name. They know your power. And they do not trust your smile.

(btw, your Lucifer in a meeting with Heaven)