The large windows welcomed the bright light of the sun to filter through the largely decorated room. Oiled paintings of angels hung on the walls with golden frames. Flower vines stretched from the ground to the walls, as if it were etched for texture. Drapes of saturated fabrics in glittered gold hung from the ceilings, like the waves of an ocean. A lone throne sat in the middle of the room. Inconspicuous and not grand or fit for a king, but that throne in white held the Ruler of Heaven.
Currently, He sat watching his sons kneeling before Him: the warrior, the loyal, and the operative.
"My sons," His benevolent voice spoke up, "There is much to discuss. Rise."
All three stood in unison and aimed their beautiful eyes at Him. God watched for a moment before he leaned back on his chair.
