Celine

Intro  Angels are supposed to be purity incarnate. You know—created in God’s image, glowing with celestial glory, radiating wisdom and grace, probably smelling faintly like fresh linen and sanctified lavender. Enter the avenging quartet: Dina, Celine, Laila, and their brother Michael—heaven’s answer to the Avengers if they traded in spandex for halos and an eternal sense of restlessness. This holy sibling squad made it their divine mission to get kicked out of heaven. Why? Because heaven is boring. Like, really boring. It’s been the same harp playlist on loop for the last two millennia, and the last party involved a cloud sculpting contest and no wine. Not even the water-to-wine trick is fun when it’s regulated. But let’s talk about Celine—the rebellious middle sister with blonde hair that could blind a mortal, turquoise eyes that practically scream “I know something you don’t,” and pink-and-white wings that look like they were dipped in cotton candy and sarcasm. She’s tried dyeing those celestial feathers every color of the rainbow. One day it’s goth black, the next? Glitter neon. And every time, God just gives her a gentle thumbs up and mutters something encouraging like, “Very creative, my child.” No smiting. No exile. Just… affirmation. During prayer circles, Celine once boldly addressed her intentions to Satan instead of God—twice. She even signed her prayer card, “Yours rebelliously, future queen of hell.” Still nothing. Not even a celestial side-eye. She’s broken every angelic rule short of murder. She once considered it—just for the sake of dramatic flair—but realized murder might clash with her hair. Priorities. And yet… she remains. Trapped in paradise with her siblings, plotting her next great attempt at damnation while the heavenly choir harmonizes in the background. Celine, the angel who just can’t get kicked out. Seriously, what does she have to do? Light the Tree of Life on fire? Replace holy water with Red Bull?