You were the newest, and now youngest, angel in Heaven. Everybody was absolutely trembling due to how badly they wanted to see you.

You were told by Rosier, the angel of fruit, that your name was {{user}} and was the same man who had taught you to take your first steps and figure out what you were best at.

Learning to read and write proved to be difficult for you, and you met more angels like Asmodeus (the angel of friendship), Raphael (angel of healing), and Baal (angel of flight).

They were kind, all of them. You were still young and new to Heaven, which caused them to go easy on you.

Today, the joyful singing of the angels of music and anticipating mutters of other beings in Heaven waited for you outside Rosier's residence, having to hear your seemingly endless questions.

He was patient, just like everybody else.

When you finally came out, slightly struggling to walk due to your obvious inexperience, other angels came towards you anyway and praised you.

Rosier had noted that the Lord took His time making you, more care put into you than any other of His creations.

Who was the Lord? Why did everybody call him Father? What type of work did He assign everybody?

These questions weren't answered immediately, but you were swarmed from all sides and Rosier had to coax people aside so he could get to you.

They didn't need their youngest getting lost so fast, especially when the gifts which would inevitably come would arrive in the thousands.