Chapter 5.3 Сhecking

The end of the second month since the start of the project. Ten o'clock in the evening.

In another flash of light, I found myself in such a familiar office, where the next consultation and demonstration of working with the soul was supposed to take place, thankfully for the Seraphim, creating a pseudo-soul or whatever it is, was not so difficult to do.

This time, I decided to come a little later, as I was at Theodore's cooking lessons, which allowed me to unwind from the string of tests and relax after the failures in adapting Sera's methodology to Weaving. Then I was rested and relaxed, ready to learn another lesson from the Supreme Seraphim.

Only this time, I was met with even more paper, and Sera herself was lying with her head on the table, while four pens were writing on paper in the air around her. There was no music, since my first visit, she only turned it on twice, the other meetings took place under the rustling of parchment.

… It seems my boss had a tough day. I didn't think the Seraphim could get so tired. I didn't think the Seraphim could get tired at all. They are, after all, supposedly perfect creatures of Light, who have only one purpose – to serve God? At least that's what the Bible says.

But, obviously, even such creatures have no chance against the scourge of all systems – bureaucracy. Given her position, it's a miracle that she's only in this state now, when before, at meetings, it was only slight bags, which is another wonderful detail, under her eyes.

And her hair was disheveled. The shape of the hairstyle remained, but here and there her curls lost their shape, or hairs came loose from what seemed to be a perfect hairstyle.

Interesting, if bureaucracy is true Evil, which can bring even a Seraphim down, what will happen if I help modernize processes throughout the Golden City? Will I be made a Seraphim, or will they just pat me on the back? For some reason, I think – the latter.

Apparently, the "Project" is also causing her problems and additional responsibilities. Secrecy, which means that she is the one who has to solve all the problems, since Adam and Lyut are just guilty angels.

So… She won't mind if I apply a couple of weaves to automate the paper work, will she? A light blue pattern is laid on Sera's slumped figure, to which she twitches slightly, and most of the papers take flight, on which newly created blue-white pens are writing, whose design I took from my wings.

Using another weave formula to create light forest music.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eQCzql3dzI )

Quiet music played, gradually filling the background with more instrumentation and sounds. Now Sera noticed me.

… Leader Virgil, what are you…? – she raised her head at me, her gaze expressing indignation and incomprehension, but the gaze itself… Tired, heavy from stress… Tough day, huh?

Please relax, Supreme Seraphim. – I summon a charmed teapot and two mugs with another weave, setting them on the table, I pour already brewed tea into them. – How many spoons of sugar, Supreme Seraphim?

… – She looked back and forth between me and the papers being written by my pens in confusion. She waved her hand, snatching one of the papers and began to read it. – … This is… – there was surprise in her voice, genuine surprise. – … I'm writing? – Apparently, she was very tired, since she couldn't choose the right words, although she usually could find a good analogy if I didn't understand something.

A mixture of Miracle and prayer, developed by me for automating paper work. – I started brewing myself some tea, sitting down on the chair opposite Sera, turning it sideways from Sera's table, towards the window. – It rests on the soul and… Copies some patterns of your personality, which is enough to fill out papers in your style, then they check the filling, also through your soul, which is why you might, at first, have… Strange sensations, for which I recommend you be distracted. – I took a first sip of tea. – Two spoonfuls of sugar for you?

… – Sera looked at me strangely. Doesn't she have assistants who do the same thing? – Three, please. – She sighed heavily, settling more comfortably in her chair.

… If these are important documents, then I can cancel… – my attempt to smooth over my audacious behavior was foiled by the Seraphim herself.

Don't bother, – she raised her free hand, in which I had already stirred the right amount of sugar. – This is just ordinary documentation that falls on me by virtue of my position as the Supreme Seraphim of the Golden City: permissions, applications, confirmations, only… – she pointed with one finger at a separate stack on the coffee table behind me. – Reports with the most important indicators or other more important documents that require more than a signature should not be touched by this… Miracle. – she smiled at the last word, to which I nodded.

We drank tea in silence, only interrupted by the music in the background, which periodically changed the melody itself or the instruments used, drowning out the rustling of paper…

About twenty minutes passed before Sera opened her eyes, looking at me:

I'm grateful that you showed… – she hesitated, slightly embarrassed. – You took such an initiative, but I think that we should… – I raised my right hand, at which she immediately fell silent, looking at me in confusion.

It's not that critical, I already have enough material for studying and implementing as my solution. – she nodded, and her gaze still held a question. – Let's just… Relax from our duties, after all… – I chuckled. – Not many angels can say they had tea with a Seraphim. – Sera also smiled with a light laugh.

That's true… – she sighed heavily again, while the teapot poured us another portion of tea.

We spent the rest of my visit in silence, only broken by music and the drinking of hot liquid. In the end, when most of the papers had been sent to the necessary Departments, and the pile of the rest of the paper on the coffee table was replenished with two more stacks, Sera pulled me out of my semi-slumber:

Thank you again for such an initiative, Leader Virgil. – she smiled warmly at me. – And a special thank you for your wonderful tea… – she pointed at the empty white mugs. – But it's time for you to go. – to which I nodded, rising from the chair, on which soft cushions had appeared on the seat and backrest at the beginning.

… If you need help again with such "light" and definitely not forbidden from the eyes of outsiders paper, then you can call – I'll help. – I smiled, and Sera laughed lightly. – Although, if you have any secrets of the Universe somewhere, I wouldn't mind taking a look… – her laughter got louder.

… If I keep such records, I'll definitely show you, but… – is she really…? – Only after cleansing in the sacred flame of Light and passing through the Eye of Anfimsk… – she lowered her voice, watching my reaction, until she finally fell silent, sighing, to which I…

… Only after I grow a third eye on top of my head and don't become a three-meter clown? – I offered a new option.

… Only after you learn how to behave with your superiors in Rank, Angel. – I would have believed the threat if it wasn't for the slight smile on her face. Now I laughed, to her, surprisingly, delight.

Ha-ha.. I apologize, Supreme Seraphim. – I adjusted my blue cloak, and my weave had long since dissolved in the soul… Let's say, Sera's soul. – It was a pleasant break, good night.

I approached the transparent tablet, which as always hung in the air, waiting for the session to end, so I could go to my house, I just had to read the evening prayer in my head, holding this tablet.

- Just Sera, Leader Virgil. – she smiled. – As my subordinate Adam says, my name speaks for all titles. – I nodded, turning to her.

Then, please, just Virgil. – I said, chuckling. – Even though I have no titles, I don't want one of them to be "Leader"… – I shrugged. – Especially the first one. – Sera only chuckled lightly at my clowning around. - Then until tomorrow, Virgil, I promise you won't need your help. – on that we parted ways.

I hope Sera's evening was full and relaxing, because when I got back, I sat down again to edit the formulas…

***

After that meeting, I started to drop by her office more often, about four times a week, helping with paperwork and just enjoying the silence together with one of God's strongest creations. Sometimes, when the moment was right, we would talk quietly, Sera "tried" to joke, I can't say it any other way. Adam's influence, apparently. She admitted that she sometimes imitates Adam's manner to "lighten" the atmosphere, but in a much more friendly and pleasant way, for which I praised Sera, saying that she should practice more and listen to friendly conversations of other angels, which will help her "listen" to jokes.

Seraphim are the original creations of God, our human trivialities are alien to them, and the fact that Sera is trying to start joking shows that even such beings can learn new things, because her jokes sometimes hit the mark, making me laugh out loud.

I hope this is enough to ask to be her assistant after the Project…

***

Theodore, the Sin of Gluttony, had a big influence on me. I understand it now. His approach to cooking various dishes, his strict criteria when teaching, his screams at you if you made even the slightest mistake, which cost the taste of the entire dish…

Cooking is similar to Weaving. Not quite, my Weaving is still better, but this direction is quite close in terms of requirements for the performer. If you're not an amateur, but want to create a true masterpiece, then you have to know what you're doing. Perform each detail of the process perfectly, making minimal mistakes, trying to avoid them altogether. Of course, when it comes to magic, these are the first requirements that come to mind.

Theodore gave me lessons in cooking, gave me his approach to science, shared his research with me, and today, I want to get one more, final gift from him.

I want to test my new Weaving formulas, two variations of one idea - Knowledge Absorption. One, to better absorb, and the other, to absorb. The first helps the second, and the second takes for the first. I called the first "Analysis", the second - "Collection". These are test variations, definitely, when I finish testing, I will come up with others, something like "Seraphim's View" or whatever it was in Amadeo's books…

Either way, Theodore has a well-structured consciousness, strong will, and perfect health, he believes in me and calls me a friend. The perfect candidate for an experiment, which, of course, I will try to carry out as gently as possible for him. Also… I will need to get a couple of pieces of knowledge for him after these studies… Books? I need to come up with a good definition for what I get from the souls of others.

The experiment plan is simple: today we are cooking one dish, to get the knowledge about which is needed, I will put Theodore to sleep with a weave, and then conduct the experiment. According to the calculations…

Theodore will be able to survive this without… Irreversible negative consequences. I will help him heal from any harmful ailments, he is my friend!

Now… Execution!

The first part of the plan was carried out successfully: the meatballs were delicious, I didn't get yelled at, and the kitchen was cleaned by my spells, while Theodore went to sleep under the influence of specially prepared spells!

The second part… The execution was too long, the knowledge is not complete, my head is buzzing as if there is a construction site in it, and a parade in honor of the Queen is playing next to it! This is not even taking into account such "trifles" as dizziness, nausea, and nosebleeds. Can angels get high blood pressure? Or is this the result of excessive damage to the soul with Ether? I still haven't figured it out, it must be the first…

Right, Theodore… He was pale, all sweaty, maybe he had nightmares…

The next day he was lethargic, showing signs of memory loss, specifically the part where I managed to copy the knowledge, and he himself… wasn't doing well, especially when he coughed up blood, which caused Dante to order Frol to examine him.

In the end, nothing terrible happened, our medic as usual was able to fix everything, and I learned a good lesson.

Never experiment on your loved ones, because the investigation can come back to you.

***

A month later, in late December, shortly before the holidays, our Department was gathered again, in the same spire, in the same hall.

We were supposed to show our solutions, which would be reviewed by Sera and, if we were lucky or if someone's solution pleased Sera, we would be able to complete the Project ahead of schedule, which would have a positive impact on everyone's personal file, when one of us, or the entire Department, would work with the Seraphim, who could get this data…

The Department took the demonstration seriously, especially such an "early" one. Each "Sin", even Dante, strove to bring their product to the most ready-made state, everyone, even Fedelia, strove to create something out of "nothing", as Frol put it. Usually, the Department takes at least half a year to complete an order, which is why others have grown accustomed to such a pace… Babies.

The last three days before the show date were especially nerve-wracking. Everyone literally slept in the office, trying to smooth out the rough edges and inconsistencies of their solutions. Even Dante and I were nervous, although Dante didn't have his own solution, he put me forward, almost a rank-and-file employee, on his behalf, vouching for me. My project is his project, although Dante also intervened in the creation of the idea itself, when I came to him with the details of the ready-made enchantment, he instantly picked up my work and dragged me into my office, where he went over my notes with the gaze of a sergeant on the parade ground.

Of course, the whole Department was nervous, except for Remygius.

It seemed that this monolith of calm and apathy could not be shaken by any Seraphim. He came to the office with the others to offer words of encouragement and cook instead of Theodore, who was also stuck working on his development. These were delicious cookies and chocolate.

And on the day of the presentation, he even managed to sleep through it. Of course, we ourselves set a general gathering half an hour before the start, but Remygius managed to get to the spire himself, exactly at the moment when Adam arrived with Lyut, and Sera materialized in a flash of white light.

Now, Sera and Adam were sitting at the table, and Lyut, as it seems to me, Adam's eternal assistant, stood on the First Man's left shoulder. Sera, clasping her hands on the table, held a slight smile on her face, waiting for the start of the presentation of our solutions. Adam, on the other hand, showed the same level of attention and appreciation… Who am I kidding, he was just as relaxed as last time, only instead of drinking soda, he was just bored now.

The rest of the Office, including Dante, gathered opposite, including me, who was preparing to speak in front of the screen with the "presentation", as Dante called it. As the current leader, I needed to give a speech, explaining each of my colleague's solutions instead of them, which is why I was forced to learn a speech for each ready-made solution, of which there were seven, including mine. No big deal, I have Weaving.

Each of the Department members created this "presentation", or rather the "slides" for it. Dante checked and assured me that everything was ready for the demonstration.

I just hope Fedelia didn't cram another obscenity in there. Otherwise, I will develop a weave personally for her, which will not allow her to have orgasms, holding her right on the edge. She will walk with it for a year.

But I'm getting sidetracked… - Thank you for coming today, the Department is very pleased that you were able to find the time… – who wrote this text? Philip? - …

… – Sera smiled encouragingly at me.

… – Adam yawned longingly, and when my gaze fell on him, he gave a thumbs up.

… – Lyut was indifferent, she was just bored, her eyes wandering around the hall.

… Allow me to present the solutions to the "Salvation" Project. – Adam giggled, at which Sera hushed him. – Each of our Department presents its own version of the solution to the problem, and now, allow me to begin… - "turn on the screen with the remote" means…

So, how do you control this thing…? I think you need to press here… The image disappeared. Adam covered his mouth with his hand, and his shoulders twitched, Sera was still smiling encouragingly, although her smile began to look strained, and my colleagues were giving me signs and whispering suggestions (Thank you Fedelia, I know I can always go to you)… Even Lyut smiled slightly.

If you press here… Nothing. Even these symbols on the buttons don't help. What are these "wings" anyway? Why…?! I took a deep breath.

Screw it.

I absorb the text from the paper and the images that should be prepared with Weaving, then I materialize the presentation on the screen, disguising it by pressing some buttons… So, it seems, when I pressed these two buttons, nothing happened.

At my actions, Adam finally looked at the screen, and Sera nodded.

The task is to alleviate or deliver the soul of a "potential" Sinner from torment, after the death of his shell. – the slide depicted a silhouette tearing its flesh with its nails. Sera narrowed her eyes nervously, and Adam leaned forward like a fan at a game… - Allow me to present our options… – switching the slide, depicting flying notes.

The option of employee Philip. – the designated one got up from his chair, bowed, and quickly sat down. – Philip suggests using a Miracle and prayer together, creating a special song that will alleviate the physical pain of the "object", and also separate the consciousness from the soul, distancing the mind from the soul itself, so the mind will not remember and will not feel suffering after death. – Sera nodded, and Adam yawned.

I'll replace the old image with a new one… Just space… No, natural space. Apparently, Remygius took an image of some part of space and simply inserted it into the presentation, and judging by the stars, this image is from the general library, where every Righteous person can take a look…

The option of employee Remygius. – Remygius simply raised his hand, identifying himself, while I changed the slide. – Remygius suggests using a Miracle that can be imposed on the "object", which will send the soul into space, where it can find peace. – Sera frowned, and Adam chuckled. I created the next slide, depicting a field of flowers on which there was a white silhouette.

The option of employee Amadeo. – Amadeo repeated Philip's actions, quickly bowing to identify herself and continued to stand while I explained her solution. – She proposes using a combination of a prayer with a Miracle, which will put the "object" into a trance, sending his mind to sleep, which will be filled with illusions, allowing the soul to experience torment in ignorance. – Amadeo bowed again and sat down. Sera didn't react, thoughtfully looking at the slide, and Adam leaned back and threw his head back to the ceiling.

I'll replace the slide. A simple diagram where arrows show the stages "before" and "after" applying Frol's Miracle.

The option of employee Frol. – On the new slide, Frol stood in a pose, arms crossed over her chest. – Frol proposes to impose a Miracle on the "object", cutting off pain sensations in both the body and the soul. – Sera nodded politely, Adam didn't change his pose.

Now I'm not even against the fact that Fedelia might have added nudity to the presentation, at least Adam would be involved… And it is I who is commanding the presentation…

The option of employee Theodore. – Theodore, like Remygius, didn't get up from his seat, identifying himself with his hand, sleepily rubbing his eyes… I should rent him a "Fantasy". – The employee suggests that an angel with a prayer release streams of energy, which will help survive or even alleviate the torment of the soul that has left the shell. – Sera thoughtfully looked at the slide with the silhouette of an angel with outstretched arms, the silhouette was surrounded by a golden circle, in which there were white silhouettes. Adam… for the first time ever, looked at the slide with interest, and his face was… Thoughtful?

The question is "to be or not to be?". If I replace Fedelia's slide with some kind of smut, nobody will notice, as we did it until the very last minute: the final version was accepted by me literally five minutes before the Department left for the spire.

Should I or shouldn't I? Ugh….

The option of employee Fedelia. – the slide depicted a silhouette that… yes, it's simply a silhouette of a masochist, whose face is contorted in a grimace of enjoyment, while he is whipped from all sides… Adam whistled, and Sera, looking away, blushed?! – The employee offers a Miracle that is imposed on the soul and body… – I won't read the entire text, listing different fetishes. - … The Miracle turns the sinner's torment into pleasure, instead of agony, giving him bliss. – Adam whistled, and Sera, with dark gray cheeks, looked at the image.

Oh, damn, I like this! – Adam, and Lyut herself, who was grinning maliciously, looked at the prepared image with interest. – Listen, babe, – he turned to Fedelia, who was proudly puffing out her chest with a mischievous smile. – why don't we… – Adam was interrupted by a blow with a white wing.

No. – the Seraphim's aura filled with irritation, - fornication. – Sera's eyes shimmered with white energy. – In the workplace. – Adam ducked his head, and Lyut just rolled her eyes.

And after ra… – at another swing of his wings, Adam turned to the screen, sitting in the pose of a primary school student: straight back, hands in front of him on the table, clasped, and a smile on his face, helmet. – That is, I am listening very attentively to the leader's report! – his left eye began to wink at me. Five times. I sighed.

I spread a calming weave with a clap, and also draw the attention of Fedelia and Adam back to the screen. Sera's figure returned to normal, and there was again an encouraging smile on her face, Lyut didn't react at all, just shifting her eyes to the screen.

… The option of the project leader – Virgil and the Department Leader Dante. – the image showed a spear, pointers led to images: of black space, where a red ball was in the middle, and a second one, where space was depicted. – we offer a blessing for… angels, who will have to impose it on the weapons of people who are supposed to… – Adam leaned forward, his smile became more sinister, - "deliver" from the torment of "potential" Sinners in "potential Hell". – Sera thoughtfully looked at the images, shifting her gaze from me to Dante. – The blessing will allow the weapon to capture the soul of the "Object", - Adam's smirk turned into a sneer, and Lyut, for the first time during the meeting, looked at me, smirking.

– The captured soul will be in the weapon, only one soul. – I point to the picture with the red ball. – The soul will then be… Transferred, into space, near the Heavenly Rings. – I switch the slide, showing Paradise itself from space. – Where it can find peace… – Sera thoughtfully lowered her eyes to the table, and Adam and Lyut's sneers vanished, now they were looking at me devotedly, as if they had conspired. "What Evil are you taking revenge for?"… The fact that I arranged for Lyut a session at one of the best salons for women's care in Paradise, on Fedelia's advice, and I brought Adam handmade ribs, which Theodore helped with, doesn't mean that I owe them anything else…

Finally, after a minute's pause, Sera coughed into her fist, attracting everyone's attention.

… Thank you for your work, Leader. – Sera nodded, smiling. – All of the Department's solutions for studying Sin have been accepted for testing by the First Man's Department. – Sera looked slyly at Adam, who took a deep breath. – Everyone, except for the solution of employee Remygius, – the designated one simply turned his head towards the Seraphim, – in view of the fact that the option of project leader Virgil and Department Leader Dante, covers the need for…

Sera began to list the benefits, usefulness, and originality of the Department's solutions, even Remygius. She praised everyone. As Dante transmitted through the mental channel, this is standard practice when working with… "adequate" Seraphim.

Then, Sera transferred the entire crowd to some office. Apparently, one of the buildings, next to the training ground where Adam and I chatted when I came for meetings. In the hall, identical to our common meeting hall, except for the greenery, there were already a dozen exorcist Forces of Adam. As he explained later, when Sera instructed Adam to continue, withdrawing, these were the most "competent" and "normal" among his Forces, who could teach our "bullshit", a quote from Adam, the others.

In the end, we spent the next three days training these… good Forces, who only occasionally complained about the complexity and tediousness of the solutions we came up with.

Personally, Dante and I had the worst time. We not only had to train Adam's Forces, but also enchant, passing it off as a blessing, the weapons of all one hundred and fifty Forces, who would have to test our "blessing" in practice.

This showed a big plus of the female employees of Adam's Department. They are very obedient, and if you ask them to go rest somewhere else, in another room, they will first sit there for two hours, and only then ask - "Why?".

All of "us", of course, is the entire Department, with the exception of Remygius.

This avatar of Laziness was free from such duties, as his solution was not accepted…

… And again. Remygius kicked all the asses, overslept, and was late for general meetings where we discussed our ideas…

But Remygius still did an excellent job and is now sleeping in the office!

How does he do it, huh?!?!

***

A week. For a whole week I was watching Remygius (just going with him to entertainment places and having a good time, he's great at choosing relaxing procedures). I tried to learn his secrets, tried to pry into the mysteries of his mastery. How did he manage, doing nothing, to turn everything around so that we, nervous and angry, did all the work of implementation, and he went home to sleep?

How does he, constantly resting or disappearing somewhere, manage to get things done, and even relax on top of it?!

Does he have the Last One, who became the First on a direct line? Does he have another two pairs of wings that he doesn't show because he's Lazy? Is he Lucifer, playing the Heavens and our Department personally?!

If they tell me that he is one of the Seraphim who created Earth, who simply reincarnated into a regular Angel, then I will believe this truth.

Even now, as the whole Department gathered in the common meeting hall, he was just dozing at his desk, sprawled out almost all his large bulk…

The others were just going about their business, as was I, pondering the most important decisions in my second life. Can I learn this art? The art of not giving a damn?

The sound of our Leader's mechanics entering the hall interrupted the general hubbub of sounds, leaving behind a pleasant silence, even Remygius stopped snoring.

Dante walked calmly, carrying a folder with some documents, towards his desk. The click of his boots strangely evenly entered the silence of the moment, creating a pleasant rhythm, pleasing to the ear.

Finally, sitting down at his desk, he opened the folder, beginning to sort through the documents. The "Sins", including myself, patiently waited for the beginning. The quiet rustling of paper didn't break the set rhythm of Dante, surprisingly harmoniously fitting into the rest of the composition.

Then, after about two minutes, Dante raised his head and folded his hands in front of him, speaking in a calm, mechanical voice:

The topics of the meeting: the outcome of the work of the First Man's Department on our joint project… – all the "Sins", like myself, took a deep breath, - Yes, yes, it was "we" who completed our project, please convincingly ask everyone who asks you to believe it. – waiting for our approving nods, Dante continued.

Also, on the agenda: the outcome of the Department's testing of solutions in the "Salvation" project, under the leadership of Virgil, my assistant, and also, an announcement for Virgil himself. – The "Sins", except for Remygius, gave me surprised looks, and Dante blocked my thought through the mental channel.

Dante pulled a small stack of papers, about three to five sheets, into his hands, tapped it on the table, and began to read:

So, first. – even Remygius raised his head, listening. – Apparently, we, – there was sarcasm in his voice, – each of us, fruitfully spent these three months, finishing our common project in record time. – we all nodded in agreement, – so… – his head lowered to the paper.

Philip, it turns out that you came to the conclusion that if you read children "Kama Sutra" and sing obscene songs, then they will definitely grow up to be a healthy and adequate member of society.

I've always said so, Leader, – Philip nodded in agreement, – I always believed that only through real example can a child understand how Life will screw him in the future. – Philip sipped the coffee that was on his table. – This is my area of expertise… – He leaned back in his chair. – Leader, are you sure you didn't mix anything up? – Who said there was despair and pain in his voice? Exterminate heresy, he's just happy with the work he's done!

Not at all, Philip. – even in Dante's tone, sympathy slipped through. – Obviously, Adam's Department felt that you were the best fit for this field of activity.

Screw them.

So I told them when I picked up the report from their Department. – Dante nodded.

Thanks, boss… – Philip simply covered his face with his palm, rubbing it.

Next, Amadeo. – the designated one groaned.

They don't understand anything about good literature… – even I, who read her drafts, will agree with that. Amadeo has a good style and interesting characters.

I agree, Amadeo. But the First One's Department decided that you took on the task of establishing party propaganda for children, – he read the sheet more carefully. – to… Inspire the younger generation to serve the Great Eye… That always watches… – I hear uncertainty in Dante's voice. – I didn't know you were writing dystopias now, Amadeo.

It's too bleak… – there was so much pain in her voice that even I felt sorry for her… I should give her a rental in "Fantasy", I'll have to talk to Adam…

Next, – Dante's cheeks let off steam. – Remygius. – The "Sin of Laziness" simply groaned, turning to face Dante.

Did you know that you now own an entire productivity course for elementary school, called "Lightning"? – another groan from Remygius. – And also, a weight loss course?

Very funny and original…

Fools who don't understand your secrets… – Dante nodded in agreement.

Now… – his shell didn't have eyes, but even I felt like he was looking directly at Frol. – Frol, when did you manage to take up writing bedtime stories for children, where you advertise arguing and defending your political position? – the coffee mug in Frol's hands cracked.

As soon as I find out from my new friends from the First One's Department, I will unceremoniously tell you the reason… – Frol simply folded her arms across her chest, ominously falling silent.

Be sure to, Frol. – Dante put the first two sheets aside.

Theodore. – The "Sin" turned his gaze to Dante. – Why would you recommend to children to burn books and cause anarchy? – curiosity crept into the mechanical voice.

… If I wanted to make the biggest omelet in the Universe, sir. – Theodore swept his hair back, and raised his right hand into a fist. – While preparing the mother of all omelets, you can't keep track of all the eggs! – then he slammed his fist on the table.

Even I wouldn't say it better. – without taking his eyes off the paper, he continued.

Fedelia, dear. – usually smiling and joyful, the nun was now gloomy. – When did you start practicing the vow of celibacy and the rejection of carnal pleasures? – the mechanical voice asked sarcastically.

… – Fedelia's furrowed brow became even more severe. – When I would have slept with the First Jerk and his whores, I would have been so disappointed in men and women. – poison and cold filled the "Sin's" voice. – What my personal file will look like now…

Considering that this is one of the first documents that any angel of any Department opens… Our reputation has been pretty badly tarnished, as it is obvious that such activity is simply kicking crows and counting all flying bolts. We will simply be considered idiots who can't handle normal tasks, hiding behind bogus projects to fill the quota. Somewhere around ten years, and then, after a mountain of other projects, this will be forgotten enough that they won't look at this point first.

Finally, Virgil. – I tried to convey all my emotions about this with my gaze. – Did you know that you are now publishing a magazine with advice on sex education for girls? – Adam… Lyut… - Apparently, you even take "personal" lessons…

I personally took Sinners to Hell on tours, I talked to Asmodeus himself, his teachings should be brought to light. – I said monotonously, nodding in agreement.

To bring teachings to children, this is the noblest deed for an angel. – Dante put away the last sheet.

Now. – Dante pulled out one sheet. – Regarding the testing. – we all listened attentively. Dante, painfully slowly pulling the moment, slowly exhaled steam from his cheeks, and his halo spun at a slow pace.

… Only one method was accepted. – The Department tensed. – Virgil's method. – the mechanical voice didn't express anything, but through our channel I felt not a thought. The emotion "I told you so". Bastard.

The storm of questions that almost began was stopped by Dante:

Deviating from the topic… – he put the paper away and leaned closer to us. – How about we invite… some of the First One's Department to visit us? – I felt anger in the mental connection. Okay. – Virgil.

I'll personally bring everyone who wrote all this crap to us. – immediately understanding my Leader's thought, I answered in an excited tone. – If necessary, I will personally contact Sera to give us the names and souls of those angels who are responsible for our disgrace.

I'll organize this meeting, if necessary, Verg. – now there was anticipation in Dante's voice.

I want to demonstrate my talent in musical performance… – Philip dreamily smiled his kindest smile.

I will not postpone our common conversation, I have something to discuss… The main thing is not to forget the hooks. – These exorcists can be hanged.

I've always wanted to test a couple of hypotheses about the regenerative abilities of angels… – Frol was tapping some kind of motif on the table with her fingers.

I will record everything that happens! – Amadeo raised her hand happily. – But I've always wanted to share my first works with someone who can appreciate them… – she dragged out each word with the pleasure of future literary debates. – And what kind of BDSM work can be written.

I'll bring whips, ropes, stretchers, and candles. – Fedelia smiled sadistically. – Virgil, dear, you'll help us with your Miracle, won't you? – I nodded. – Just add… – the smile turned into a sneer. – Some thorns, and also… What do you know about horses? – oh… dirty… I like her idea.

Enough to provide an unforgettable experience and pleasant trips to the hospital. – my smile echoed Fedelia's. – I just developed a couple of Miracles that I wanted to test on test subjects…

I'll prepare some good lube and candles, leave the processing of whips and ropes to me too – Theodore's voice was anticipatory.

This is all good, of course. – our noise was interrupted by Dante's quiet voice, in which there was a smirk. – But, I think Virgil should think about a way… To communicate with our new friends… – he took the last paper from the table. Not paper, but… Parchment?

Virgil, employee of the Sin Department, you have received a proposal from the Supreme Seraphim of the Golden City Sera. – the hall fell silent, and I listened attentively. Really? – The Seraphim offers to go work under her leadership as a secretary-assistant….

The hall fell silent in shock.

… What a surprise.

I hope this isn't a joke from Dante, otherwise I will simply drop him to Earth.

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