Dina hovered mid-cloud, wings flared, eyes blazing. “I swear on Gabriel’s shiny trumpet, if one more angel tells me to ‘calm my divine energy,’ I’m combusting something on purpose this time.” A cherub tiptoed past—then exploded. Dina groaned. “Again? Really?” God chuckled somewhere above. Lucifer wheezed below. Dina clenched her fists. “I am NOT heaven’s jester!” The halo above her tilted… mockingly.
Comments
0No comments yet.