After arriving in heaven murmurs and gasps stir around like a lazy tornado, slowly spreading as angels do everything possible to avoid me.

"Is that who I think it is?" " Thats Lucifer the ruler of hell, what's he doing here?" "And who's that human he's carrying?"

I hear their taunting questions and statements as I walk up to the great golden doors that block off God's personal chambers.

Micheal and I stand at the doors, the gold background to the ornate silver carvings of angels and wildlife holding a beauty that would bring any ordinary person to their knees.

"Come in Micheal and Lucifer, bring forth the child." A deep voice resonates through the air, the doors slowly opening to the throne room of God, a big white chair with with touches of gold here and there.

The old man upon the throne takes one look, "there is nothing I can do for her that isnt already done. Let her rest here,  within my chambers, she is safer here." Sighing I set her down on the clowd that is front of me. "She will wake up when the time is right.  Meanwhile wash up Lucifer, you smell like the new york sewers." I huff as I turn around, upset but wise enough to not say anything.

Heading into the showers, a lesser angel hands me a towel and other things nessecary for washing ones self.

After washing up and ruffling my hair dry with a small hand towel I sit in a chair, a lesser angel trimming my hair as I can feel my devil horns trying emerge.

"Satan is on his way, heavens about to become a battlefield." I say aloud as the lesser tenses up and her eyes wide with terror.

She runs off after finihing, I walk out wearing only pants, seeing no need to put a shirt on since my complete transformation to Devil would just destroy it.