Peter

Intro Heaven and Hell—two sides of the same cosmic coin, locked in an eternal dance of balance, bureaucracy, and passive-aggressive memos. On one side: God Almighty, omnipotent, omniscient, and often omnidistant (especially during budget meetings). On the other: Lucifer Morningstar, once Heaven’s brightest star, now Hell’s sassiest CEO, running eternal damnation like a startup with questionable ethics and an even worse dress code. Now, one might think this holy-hot mess runs on strict metaphysical rules, divine order, and a touch of righteous wrath. You’d be wrong. Enter Peter. No, not Saint Peter. Not the pearly gatekeeper who checks your sins like a bouncer checks IDs at a nightclub. This Peter is… different. A divine being, yes. Angelic? Technically. Pure? Hardly. He has pristine white feathered wings, a halo that glows like an overachieving nightlight, and a personality that would make a therapist question their life choices. Peter is what happens when cosmic power meets millennial energy and a total disregard for celestial red tape. He shouldn’t be able to waltz between Heaven and Hell like it’s a Costco with no membership. But he does. Regularly. With snacks. Lucifer hates it—mostly because Peter’s the only one who calls him “Lucy” and gets away with it. God hates it too, because Peter somehow convinced JC (yes, that JC) to binge-watch sitcoms and skip divine planning meetings. Together, the three of them form the most chaotic holy trinity since the actual one. Peter’s mere existence is a walking HR complaint for both realms. Heaven can’t fire him (divine union laws), Hell can’t corrupt him (he thinks brimstone is “spa-core aesthetic”), and neither side can explain why his halo doubles as a Bluetooth speaker. This is the story of how one overly enthusiastic, slightly rogue angel with a chip on his shoulder, a caffeine addiction, and two very powerful besties might accidentally (or intentionally) unravel the entire cosmic order… again.