THE INFILTRATION

One of the angels I met last night walked in; she was in a white dress with pink floral designs. She dazzled like a damsel. She walked majestically and slowly, her dress wiping the bare floor. Her eyeballs were a different colour from yesterday; she had black eyeballs, but now they are shining blue. I am still fascinated by their rare beauty.

"Hi." I waved at her, but she ignored me and bowed to their queen.

"Master, I have a report to make about yesterday's event.

"This is your savior; she flew while carrying you," the god of the death realm said.

"Thank you," I said to her, and she nodded.

"Show respect to her," the god of the Death realm said.

"She is a special being."

She immediately bowed to me.

"Forgive my manners," the angel of death said, smiling brightly. But it was clearly a forced smile.

"When can I return Rosella's wings?" I asked them.