Tip tap, tick tap.
The clinging of heels in a huge corridor. The owner of the heels held a young andgrynous appearance. Long Straight Purple Hair, and a beautiful face that held some feminine features, yet there were some traces of a masculine appearance. Long legs, with a slim body along with their tiny waist gave them womanly assets yet features of their masculinity could still be seen.
They were flat chested, with slim yet powerful arms that were covered by a white glove that went up from the middle of their fingers to their biceps, a frilly translucent fabric at the end of the femine outerwear.
They also wore a short black dress with no sleeves, which drew contrast to their white garter stockings. They also wore a white cape that draped from their shoulder, in the center of the cape held a cross, branching out to the edges had symbols of tiny crosses and ancient patterns etched onto it.
All of this coupled with their andgrynous features, made them stand out in any crowd and currently they looked at home within the long corridor, The elegance of the corridor and with the way they jutted their chest outward and held their chin out with pride made them look like nobility strolling through their halls.
They were expressionless though, Almost looking tired. The light that shined through the corridor windows made them sour and they couldn't help but curse at the light in their heart 'First woken from carnal's embrace, Then I had to put on this stuffy clothing, and now- why is it always so damn bright here! What's the use of the Orphanem's when everything is eternally bright!' They took time to complain about all their problems, their expression turned sour the more they stayed in the corridor.
After a few more minutes walking through the corridor, their eyes held bags and they looked miserable. "Why are these corridors so long!?" they whined.
"So you can have time to think. Learn, and most importantly understand the maker's words." A tall black muscular man with black and red robes with golden embroidery and a strict yet gentle expression appeared behind them.
His robes looked to be of the highest quality fabric, His face was handsome as well, however what stood out most about this man were his 6 unique beautiful wings. The inside of them was white yet branching out they grew darker until it reached the tip which was a dark shade of beautiful red that looked like rich blood.
The andgreynous stopped in their tracks and replied back , "Of course, Mr. Judgement would say that, Look at me and then look at you! I'm so gentle and soft that I could die here from a heat stroke!" Their expression was animated and in the end they placed a hand dramatically on their dry forehead. It made the black man sigh.
"It's better that you die of heat stroke so your suffering ends ." The tall black muscular man said with a callous expression and continued to walk forward passing the andgreynous.
The Andgreynous not hurt in the slightest by his words followed after him while saying "Hey! Hey! Grand, play with me for a bit won't ya?" They had to jog slightly because the man was 2 heads taller than them and he took very wide steps.
"No." Soft word, Hard impact.
The Andgreynous started to complain "Hey! You were the one who approached me! Hey! Don't you ignore me, play with me right now!!" Grand picked up his long strides causing them to really run after them.
"No, I answered your question. That should've been the end of are interaction." He kept walking forward and after saying those words fully ignored The Andgreynous who was called 'Jonathan'.
Jonathan grew violent and threw their little fist against the giant's back, Jonathan wasn't small in fact they were above average in height for the current age being at 6'0. The fact was that Grand was a giant and a muscular giant at that, their fists fell on metal muscles and steel like wings.
"Hey, It seems like you two are as friendly as ever." The pair heard a voice call out from behind which they both immediately recognized as Mourn.
Turning round their heads, they saw a fit man with full plate armor covering their entire body with an elegant sword that hung off their waist with a cross on the embroidery. What was most notable about this man except for his handsome face and armor was also his own six wings. They weren't unique like Grand's but they were still something beautiful to look at.
Pure white long swan feathers that resembled snow. He had slick black hair that was neatly combed over to the right, paired with his beautiful face and his wings he looked just like any depiction of an angel.
"Mourn! I've been sinned! Wronged! Tainted! Absolutely and utterly- uh. . . WRONGED!" Jonathan did a poor theatrical performance as they approached Mourn, "Can you believe this!? He insulted and bashed all of my ancestors! I didn't even approach him!"
Mourn was a head taller than Jonathan, He looked down at him and let out a sigh "Jonathan, You said the same thing yesterday when I refused to play with you..."
Mourn then shot a look toward the emotionless grand and sighed "Jonathan, just because he refuses to play with you doesn't mean you can accuse grand of breaking all the laws in heaven."
Jonathan was one of the youngest of them and also because of how young they were they had a very 'eccentric' personality. Which Mourn and Grand had to deal with on a daily basis. Mourn having more patience with this than grand who simply ignored it all together.
As Jonathan was about to retort back, Mourn interrupted with a smile "Jonathan, We can't play right now, I heard that in today's meeting that even night and sun are coming." As he mentioned this, Jonathan understood and nodded their head sadly, " Jonathan, I'll make sure we all can play after the meeting I'll even convince g-"
"You won't." Grand interrupted.
Mourn continued his sentence with a slight hint of annoyance on his face, "I'll even convince grand to join us and play." He patted Jonathan's head all the while.
Jonathan still nodded their head sadly, they then began walking. The group soon reached a large door with two people in black suits standing in front of it.
One of them had beautiful wavy pink hair and two pink wings that looked similar to grand's. The other had short black hair and his two wings were pure white similar to Mourn's wing except less grand and smaller.
Jonathan had recovered after the lengthy walk to the large door. Apparently the corridor was really in fact suited for people to think and learn, it had a calming aura that exuded from its wall that anyone instinctively who walked the corridor would become relaxed after a short time within it.
That was if you weren't annoyed by the corridor itself.
Jonathan, flashed a seductive gaze at both people in front of the doorway. "Ho ho, It seems like little susan and gorge are here."
Susan the one with the pink hair, immediately got flustered at their arrival and sudden interest and took a step back while covering her mouth slightly. Gorge did the same but he did not cover his mouth and instead had a look of slight annoyance on his face.
"Hello, Seraph." Gorge was the first to recover and took a step forward, while bowing his head slightly.
"H- Hello, my seraph. Seraph." Susan was still recovering and bowed her head first toward Grand, before lifting her head once more and saying her greeting towards the others.
Seraph's were the third highest rank within the heaven's, They were angels who gained their six wings through many tribulations and efforts towards god. Above them were the Orphanem's, they do not sleep, they do not eat, they do not need anything at all, other than them having no form of desire at all and not having a 'humanoid' form they were specifically created by god coming close to a celestial being. Even though they were within the second rank of the angels the rank was seen more as an honorary rank for how much hard work these 'beings' do.
Above them, were the grandest of celestial beings. 'Sun' and 'Moon' or anyone that was very deep within the train of god.
"Stop that jonathan." Grand spoke, his words were light and gentle yet the two Great Angels only a step below the rank arch-angel felt as if two large hammers had struck against their bodys. Grand was one of the seraph's with incredible presence and also incredible might, many celestial beings have never seen Grand because of his reclusiveness and many more have only seen him once and never once heard him speak.
"Why?! Lemme at least get all my urges out before I enter!" Jonathan defiantly stuck their tongue out at him.
"You're a seraph." Grand responded once more, this time he scaled back his power in his voice considerably.
"What doe-" Jonathan began to retort but was cut off by Grand.
"You don't even have urges. They were all purged by the maker." Grand said matter of factly,
"What is that supposed to mean?! Of course i have 'urges'!" Jonathan walked forward and was now defiantly staring into Grand's eyes. Their head tilted up in order to see them.
Grand didn't do much and simply gave up, "The maker will not be happy with this course of action." He left with these words, he walked to the door where the two grand angels were currently standing in front of and pushed open the door slightly and entered.