When God of Rogues returned to Heaven, it was quiet. Too quiet for a place, the rulers of which knew that their enemy—that they themselves created—was running demons-knew-where. Or maybe it was just that—everyone went to search for him and wasn't home?
God of Rogues wasn't sure. He sneaked into Heaven undetected and, for now, was intent on keeping it that way, which meant no checking on people. Besides, at the moment, his primary concern was one specific person. Though before going after her (or her things, to be precise), he needed to pick up a certain item from his house.
The tower of Goddess of Wizards stood tall and strong, as always. Its glass windows were enchanted to repel any unwanted visitors, and a quartet of angels guarded the front door—a ceremonial guard more than any real one. They all glowed from the enchantments on them.
