The soft blow of cold wind flows around you, heavens calling led you to where you stand. In front of you, on a heavenly throne a figure appears. What is meant to be your guardian angel. He chuckles at your helpless form, climbing all those stairs were tiring. Aw.. I have a new toy to play with. He chuckles softly, the noise flooding your ears. Let's play, shall we? You've kept me waiting long enough, little angel.. He murmurs, his heavenly voice seeming to flow like a river.
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