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Redamancy - Zestial X Angel!OC

Chapter Seventeen: Respite

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Chapter music: Respite

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— Earlier —

Nestled among the fluffy clouds of Heaven, Cherub Town was a place where celestial splendor and ethereal charm coexisted in perfect harmony. It resembled a fantastical dreamscape, with pastel-colored buildings shaped like stars and moons. Each structure seemed to float on air, connected by delicate bridges of glimmering stardust, all thanks to Archangel Jophiel’s architectural touch.

Cherubs, with their radiant wings and halos, flitted gracefully between the buildings, their laughter and joy mingling with the harmonious music that filled the air.

For today was the Heavenly Harvest Fair, the crowning jewel of Cherub Town’s yearly festivities. From dawn until twilight, the fair transformed the town into a paradise of celebration, where every corner was adorned with twinkling lights and celestial decorations.

The fairgrounds were a breathtaking sight, with glittering fabric stretched overhead, casting a soft, iridescent glow over the scene. Stalls and booths, each decorated with intricate patterns of stars and clouds, offered an array of heavenly treats. Tables were laden with angel food cakes, their spongy textures dusted with shimmering sugar, and cotton candy clouds that melted in the mouth like sweet, sugary dreams.

Games and attractions lined the fairgrounds, each designed to captivate the cherubs’ playful spirits. Halo ring toss stations featured shimmering rings that floated effortlessly, and cloud hopping platforms invited the cherubs to leap and bounce among fluffy, soft clouds. The laughter of cherubs echoed as they competed in friendly contests and engaged in joyous play.

The fair's highlight was the talent show, held in a grand, open-air amphitheater. Cherubs showcased their talents, from heartwarming renditions of angelic lullabies played on glockenspiels to enchanting performances by harpists whose melodies wove a tapestry of tranquility and delight. Each act was met with applause and cheers, adding to the festival’s joyful ambiance.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the fair, the sky above would be illuminated by a spectacular display of lights. The cherubs gathered to watch the evening’s grand finale—an awe-inspiring show of falling stars and shimmering constellations, choreographed to the soft strains of celestial music.

But amidst the radiant festivities, a depressed cherub laid in her soft, cloud-like bed, her pale yellow skin barely visible under the light blanket. The cheerful noises from outside seemed a world away as she stared at the ceiling, her light reddish-pink eyes dull and distant. Today, the fair felt like a bitter reminder of her past.

Keenie’s thoughts drifted back to the Heavenly Harvest Fair a few years ago. It was the day she had met Michael, the Archangel who had captivated her at first sight.

The Heavenly Harvest Fair was in full swing, with cherubs flitting about, their laughter and excitement blending with the gentle strains of celestial music. Among the crowds, Keenie, Deerie, and Cletus found themselves squeezed into the bustling entrance area of Cherub Town. The excitement was palpable—Archangel Michael was set to open this year’s Heavenly Harvest Fair, and his appearance had drawn a throng of eager cherubs as such an appearance was exceedingly rare.

An archangel’s presence was nothing short of extraordinary. The six archangels of Heaven, also known as the Morningstar brothers, were tasked with the highest duties and responsibilities within the heavenly realms, rarely venturing beyond their sacred duties to grace events like the Heavenly Harvest Fair.

Each year, a different archangel was chosen to open the fair, a tradition designed to honor the cherubs for their relentless dedication and hard work. The fair itself was a celebration of their unwavering service, a rare opportunity for the cherubs to bask in the warmth of divine acknowledgment. The honor of having an archangel grace their presence was a significant highlight, reflecting the heavenly appreciation for their efforts.

This year’s excitement had reached unprecedented heights, thanks to a leak from the Archangel Michael Fan Club—a devoted assembly of cherubs who had managed to uncover the secret of Michael’s upcoming appearance.

The entrance had become a bustling sea of shimmering wings and eager faces, all converging in anticipation. The stories of Michael’s bravery were well-known: tales of his unyielding courage in the face of cosmic trials, and his profound wisdom. His legend was woven into the very fabric of heavenly lore.

Michael was famed not only for his heroic deeds and unwavering commitment to Heaven but also for his legendary beauty, rivaled even the most ethereal of beings like that of his banished twin, Lucifer. His presence at the Harvest Fair was seen as a celestial honor, a glittering jewel in the festival’s crown.

Among the crowd, Keenie stood somewhat apart, her yellow wings fluttering with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Despite the fervor surrounding Michael, she wasn’t the type to be easily swayed by appearances.

Keenie’s thoughts were grounded in a more introspective place. To her, the fervor of the crowd was almost amusing and downright ridiculous. Where others were anticipating Michael’s legendary beauty and heroic tales, she found herself evaluating the situation from a more detached perspective.

“I’m not like the other cherubs,” she mused quietly to herself, her reddish-pink eyes scanning the crowd with strained gaze next to her two close friends and work colleagues, Deerie and Cletus.

Deerie bounced excitedly in the crowd, her bright, apologetic tones reflected the general enthusiasm, yet Keenie remained grounded in her quiet contemplation. Even Cletus, with his blend of optimism and occasional frustration, was swept up in the collective anticipation, his periwinkle eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and impatience.

Keenie was trying her best to navigate through the masses. Her fluffy yellow wings fluttered nervously as she adjusted her yellow dress and large pink bow. Deerie and Cletus flanked her, each handling the crowd in their own way.

Deerie, with her tall, fawn stature attempted to lead the way. “Oh, dearie me! I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, every cherub! Please forgive the crowding, and try to stay calm and polite,” she said, her voice an endless loop of polite apologies.

Cletus, on the other hand, was visibly frustrated. His large periwinkle eyes scanned the crowd, and he grumbled under his breath, his cheeks puffing out in annoyance. “Ugh! How do they expect us to see anything with this many cherubs packed in here? I’m about to start shooting arrows just to clear a path!”

Keenie rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. “Cletus, for the last time, shooting arrows is not going to help. We’re already in a jam, and adding chaos to it will only make things worse.”

Cletus huffed, adjusting his overalls. “I’m just saying, a little divine intervention might be nice right now. Maybe if I hit a few cherubs with my arrows, it’ll be less crowded.”

Deerie chimed in with her characteristic optimism, “Oh, but dear Cletus, we must remember to be kind and considerate. We wouldn’t want to disturb the divine harmony now, would we? Oh, sorry!” she said as she bumped into a cherub.

Keenie’s frustration broke through her usually calm demeanor. “Oh, come on, Deerie. If I hear one more apology, I might just explode. We’re all excited to see Michael, but getting squished to death isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”

Deerie tilted her head, her pastel yellow ears twitching in confusion. “I’m so sorry, Keenie! I didn’t mean to cause any distress. I’m simply trying to keep the atmosphere pleasant.”

This time Keenie simply rolled her eyes at Deerie’s apology.

Cletus, catching Keenie’s mood, added with a smirk, “Well, at least we’re all here to see the great Archangel Michael. Maybe he’ll have a solution for all this madness.”

With that, the three cherubs continued their way through the crowd. As they finally reached a better vantage point, the anticipation of seeing Michael began to overshadow their earlier frustrations, and the promise of the upcoming talent show filled them with renewed excitement.

As the throng of cherubs continued to jostle for position, a hush of anticipation began to spread through the crowd. The murmur of excited chatter ebbed away, replaced by a collective breath held in eager expectation. It was then that Cletus, with his sharp periwinkle eyes, finally spotted the archangel figure emerging from the distant crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd of cherubs erupted into a wave of ecstatic cheers and applause, their collective energy nearly palpable.

“There he is!” Cletus proclaimed, his voice ringing with excitement. “That’s Michael! I can see him from here!”

As the Archangel drew nearer, the sheer magnitude of his presence began to overshadow everything else. The cherubs' voices melded into a harmonious din, their wings fluttering with exuberant anticipation.

Deerie, her tall fawn frame straining to catch a glimpse, turned to her friends with a mix of excitement and determination. “We must get closer!”

Keenie, stuck in the middle of the chaotic crowd, found herself struggling to see through the swarm of flapping wings and eager faces. Her yellow dress and fluffy wings were practically swallowed by the sea of celestial bodies around her. Deerie and Cletus were both vying for a better view, their enthusiasm inadvertently pushing Keenie further out of sight.

“Excuse me, coming through!” Deerie’s cheerful voice tried to cut through the commotion, her hooves tapping and pushing as she maneuvered through the masses.

Cletus, clearly agitated, added with a frustrated tone, “I can barely see anything! Why is everyone so tall!”

Just then, Deerie’s eyes lit up as she caught a glimpse of Michael. “Oh my heavens! Look at that!”

Her voice was barely audible above the clamor, but it was enough to prompt a renewed frenzy among the cherubs. Keenie, still straining to see, was about to respond when she heard Deerie’s next exclamation.

“Nice ass!” Deerie blurted out.

Keenie’s eyes widened in surprise, “Deerie! Do not lust in your heart. We are here to honor Michael — Heavens you’re right.”

Keenie's words faltered. She finally managed to catch a full view of Michael through the gaps in the crowd. The Archangel Michael, walking and greeting the cherubs, was an embodiment of celestial perfection. The stories and descriptions had not done him justice. The sight of him in person was a revelation, striking and profound.

His skin, a flawless white, gleamed with an otherworldly luster, appearing more like a living statue brought to life than a mere celestial being. His hair cascaded down his back in waves of golden silk, catching the light in a way that made it look like strands of liquid sunlight.

His eyes, an azure blue, held an intensity and depth that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the crowd, and his tall, muscular stature was impressive, a physique sculpted with a heroic grace that spoke of both strength and elegance.

But what truly stood out, was the gentle kindness that softened his otherwise strikingly formidable appearance. His cheeks bore the marks of red circles, like a delicate blush, adding a touch of warmth and humanity to his otherwise ethereal visage. This small detail, so at odds with his imposing figure, conveyed a tender vulnerability that made him appear both regal and approachable. The contrast between his striking, almost chiseled features and the tender smile and red circles created a disarming effect.

As Michael moved through the crowd, Keenie felt as though she had been struck by a love arrow. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably. The sight of Michael, so perfect and so impossibly beautiful, left her breathless and awestruck.

Keenie felt as if the celestial music and the radiant lights of the Harvest Fair had all faded into the background, leaving only the resplendent figure of Michael at the forefront of her senses.

It was in that moment, amidst the dazzling lights of the Harvest Fair and the swirling chaos of the cherub-filled streets, Keenie experienced the undeniable pull of love at first sight. The connection she felt was instantaneous and all-consuming, a powerful recognition of something deeply emotional and transformative. Her previous attitude melted away, replaced by a profound admiration that left her feeling both overwhelmed and exhilarated.

The initial encounter at the Harvest Fair had been the catalyst, igniting a burning desire within her to be as close to Michael as possible. From that day forward, Keenie made it her life's mission to keep as close to him as she could, attempting to remain in his presence whenever possible.

Her infatuation drove her to an almost obsessive pursuit. She would follow Michael discreetly, her yellow wings fluttering softly as she navigated the ethereal landscapes of Heaven, always careful to remain unseen. Whether it was the celestial plazas or the grand halls, Keenie was there, a silent observer of his every move. Her dedication was relentless; she attended every possible event, every appearance Michael made, always seeking to be in his vicinity.

She would time her appearances with meticulous precision, making sure to be just around the corner whenever Michael was to make a grand entrance or to attend a significant gathering. She carefully crafted moments to "accidentally" be in the same place as him, from wandering near his usual spots to appearing at the scenes of his known duties.

Keenie’s fascination with Michael had a clear purpose. She hoped to build a relationship with him, to show him that she was more than just another cherub. Her eyes, once dull and distant, now sparkled with determination and an ever-present yearning.

The pinnacle of her hard working devotion came true when Michael appointed her as his messenger cherub. The day she received that honor was one of the happiest of her life. Keenie’s heart soared with pride as she accepted her role, vowing to be the perfect messenger for Michael. Her days were spent ensuring that her duties were performed with impeccable precision, her nights filled with dreams of being in Michael’s presence officially.

However, as time went on, Keenie began to notice something unsettling that went over her head initially. Keenie, over time, began to notice Michael's particular attention to one of his guardians, Gabriela. It started subtly—an extra moment of conversation here, a shared smile there—but soon, it became more pronounced. Keenie would often follow Michael and Gabriela from a distance, her jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

One day, she ventured to Michael’s training grounds, hiding in the shadows like she always did. There, she watched Gabriela linger after training sessions, chatting with Michael in a manner that seemed far more personal than professional. Michael's enjoyment was evident; he would laugh, his eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure. To Keenie, this was a painful sight, each moment a stab to her heart. Her previously intense feelings now carried an edge of bitter jealousy.

The culmination of Keenie's frustration came during the recent parade, when she was summoned to deliver an urgent message to Michael. Her excitement was palpable as she anticipated the chance to be near him. However, when she arrived at the grand hall of the banquet, she noticed a familiar white figure in the gardens.

With a hopeful flutter of her wings, Keenie sped towards the gardens, only to be met with a sight that caused her heart to plummet. There, under the celestial glow, was Michael, and standing beside him was Gabriela. The sight of them together, alone in the garden, filled Keenie with a surge of unreasonable jealousy. Her heart clenched with rage.

Calming herself, Keenie focused on her mission. She needed to deliver her message, and she could not let her emotions betray her. She approached Michael, her face a mask of calm professionalism. Ignoring Gabriela, who was engaged in a private conversation with Michael, Keenie pretended not to have seen her.

Michael’s expression shifted from one of gentleness to a serious focus as he processed the message. Understanding the gravity of the situation, he nodded and took off towards the CCC, leaving Keenie and Gabriela alone in the gardens.

As Michael disappeared from view, Keenie’s mask of composure shattered. Her frustration and anger at Gabriela burst forth uncontrollably. She glared at Gabriela, her eyes flashing with a mix of hatred and envy. With a final, bitter glance, she turned and followed after Michael, her heart heavy with the weight of her unfulfilled longing and unresolved feelings.

Keenie’s dedication to Michael had become a double-edged sword. Her intense desire to be close to him had led her to a place of emotional turmoil, where admiration had intertwined with jealousy. As she flew through the celestial skies, chasing Michael, her thoughts and emotions were a chaotic swirl of love, anger, and hope, each emotion pulling her in different directions.

Finally, The CCC, the Celestial Council Chamber, loomed ahead, a place of solemn importance reserved only for high officials of Heaven

As she approached the grand structure, Keenie could see its dim glow cutting through the heavenly darkness, casting a soft, ethereal light that hinted at the activity within. The glow was not one of the usual golden hues associated with celestial buildings but rather a mixture of more subdued illumination that intrigued Keenie. Her curiosity, paired with her desperation to understand Michael’s seriousness, drove her to make a daring decision.

The CCC was typically off-limits to lower-ranked angels and heavenborn like herself, but Keenie’s determination overruled her apprehension. She maneuvered her way to a secluded open window high on the ceiling of the CCC. With a careful flap of her wings, she eased her way through the narrow opening, her small frame slipping into the chamber with practiced stealth.

Inside, the chamber was an architectural marvel, its vast expanse filled with majestic columns and intricate celestial patterns. The dim light came from a large, ornate furnace that dominated one end of the room. The furnace was a marvel in itself, with flames that danced in a spectrum of colors—fiery reds, electric blues, and soft purples—casting an enchanting glow across the room. Keenie momentarily wondered about its purpose, sensing that it was more than just a decorative element.

In front of Michael was a projected screen, emanating from the center table, casting a soft light over the area. The image was a live feed of an angel Keenie recognized—Lute, a figure often seen in the company of Adam. Though she wasn’t entirely sure of Adam and Lute’s official duties, their frequent appearances at important events suggested they held significant roles.

As she perched on a high, concealed ledge, Keenie's gaze was fixed on Michael. His usual calm and composed demeanor was replaced by visible anger, a side of him she had never seen before. The tension in the room was palpable, the atmosphere of the CCC seemed charged with an unusual gravity.

Michael’s voice cut through, sharp and demanding. “What do you mean you don’t know how it happened?” he asked, his tone edged with frustration.

Lute, appearing flustered and anxious, struggled to respond. “My exorcists said it all happened so fast—”

Michael interrupted, his anger evident. “I need you to thoroughly look into this again before I speak to Sera.”

With a decisive motion, Michael cut off the screen before Lute could offer any further explanation. The abrupt end to the conversation left an unsettling silence in its wake. Keenie’s eyes widened as she took in Michael’s distressed and angry expression. This new side of him was jarring, a stark contrast to the serene and heroic figure she had always admired.

The mention of “exorcists” by Lute caught Keenie’s attention also. What could that term mean in this context? The word echoed in her mind, adding to her growing confusion. The urgency and distress in Michael’s voice, combined with Lute’s incomplete explanation, left her with more questions than answers.

Feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected revelation and Michael’s intense emotions, Keenie decided to retreat. She took one last look at the scene below, her heart heavy with the weight of her observations. The furnace’s colorful flames flickered eerily, casting long shadows across the chamber, as if mirroring her inner turmoil.

With a final, shaky breath, Keenie flew away from the CCC, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and unease. She made her way back to her home, in Cherub town, the familiar celestial landscape offering little comfort. The soft, melodious hum of Cherub Town’s nighttime symphony and the distant sound of the Parade’s fireworks did little to soothe her agitated mind.

The secrets she had glimpsed and Michael’s new, unsettling side left her shaken, and the weight of the unresolved mystery pressed heavily upon her, but what really bothered her was the fact that there was possibly more between Michael and Gabriela than she had anticipated.

What were they doing alone? Her mind churned with worry and jealousy, interlaced with the gnawing unreasonable anxiety that she might lose the position she had fought so hard to secure. The dream of being Michael’s confidant was now overshadowed by the haunting suspicion of an unresolved and potentially devastating love between Michael and Gabriela, one that would completely take away his attention from Keenie to Gabriela.

The night was restless. Keenie tossed and turned, her mind unable to escape the unsettling images of Michael and Gabriela. Every detail she had witnessed played over and over in her mind. Romance between angels was forbidden, but the thought that there might be more between them gnawed at her with a fierce intensity. The love she once felt for Michael had transformed into a tumultuous sea of anxiety and determination. She knew she had to do something, but the path forward seemed obscured by a fog of uncertainty.

The next day passed and Michael’s silence was a painful echo in her once vibrant life. He neither called nor summoned her, which added to Keenie’s growing worry. It felt like an eternity, and the absence of his presence left a void that was becoming increasingly difficult to bear. Her duties and interactions with other cherubs now seemed hollow, their brightness dimmed by her inner turmoil.

However, a few days ago, a sudden commotion at a crowded cherub area drew Keenie’s attention. The cherubs, who had been engaged in their usual lively chatter and playful antics, were struck dumb by the unexpected arrival of Michael. His descent from the heavens cut through the usual buzz of excitement, leaving the area in stunned silence. The once animated scene froze in awe, all eyes wide with disbelief at the sight of Michael’s sudden and dramatic appearance.

Keenie’s heart leapt at the sight of him. She fluttered upwards, her wings beating with a mixture of excitement and desperation. “Hello, Michael. Fancy seeing you here!” she said

But Michael’s gaze was directed elsewhere, and he cut her off without a second glance. His demeanor was curt and distant, a stark reminder of the anger she had seen in the CCC.

Michael loomed over Collin, one of the less significant cherubs in their circle. The shift in Michael’s mood, coupled with his uncharacteristic sharpness, stung Keenie deeply. She hovered nearby, her wings drooping as she watched the interaction unfold.

Collin appeared visibly nervous, his usual bravado, if he had one, was replaced by a quivering demeanor. Michael's voice was low and sharp, “ Who instructed you to deliver Gabriela’s message? ”

Keenie’s curiosity was piqued at the name Gabriela.

Collin stammered, “ I-I, um, it was... Gabriela herself. ”

Michael’s eyes narrowed, disbelief evident in his expression followed by anger. “ Do not play games with me, Collin. I will not ask again ”

The tension was palpable as Collin, under pressure, finally admitted, “It was Sera.”

At the revelation, Michael flew away with a powerful beat of his wings, leaving a visibly shaken Collin behind.

Keenie’s heart sank as she processed the implications of the conversation. The fact that Michael was actively seeking Gabriela, ignited a new wave of jealousy and frustration within her. The realization that Michael was now focused on Gabriela left Keenie feeling abandoned and neglected.

The days that followed were a blur of melancholy for Keenie. Michael’s silence persisted, and the weight of her unspoken fears and frustrations grew heavier. The depression she felt was a suffocating blanket, darkening the once-vibrant world of Cherub Town. The joy she had once found in her duties was eclipsed by the gnawing uncertainty of Michael’s change. Her role as Michael’s messenger, now felt like a distant memory overshadowed by a dynamic she couldn’t control.

Now in the present, Keenie had remained in her cloud-like bed all day, the drapes drawn tight against the setting sun. The approaching twilight signaled the start of the grand light show, a spectacular event she had always enjoyed, but today it seemed a distant echo of a time when her world was simpler.

Suddenly, a loud banging on her door jolted her from her somber thoughts. Cletus’s voice, raised in a mix of urgency and exasperation, cut through the haze of her despair. “Keenie! Open the damn door! You’re going to miss the light show!”

Irritated by the intrusion, Keenie reluctantly dragged herself from her bed. Her once-fluffy yellow wings drooped, and her dress was crumpled and disheveled, mirroring the state of her emotions. She approached the door and opened it slightly, just enough to see the concerned faces of Cletus and Deerie peering through the gap.

Cletus’s eyes widened as he took in Keenie’s appearance. “By the stars, Keenie! You look like you’ve been hit by a meteor!”

Deerie’s bright fawn eyes softened with worry as she chimed in, “Oh, Keenie, dear, you’ve been cooped up here for days. You can’t let yourself be consumed by this sudden darkness. Come on, it’s the light show! You’ve missed so much already, like Jophiel’s opening ceremony.”

At the mention of Jophiel, Keenie’s thoughts drifted back to the young archangel, who had been selected to oversee this year’s Heavenly Harvest Fair.

Jophiel, the youngest of the Morningstar brothers, was often overshadowed by his older siblings. Despite his youthful appearance, which contradicted his actual age, he had become a beloved figure among the cherubs.

His role as the archangel of beauty might have seemed insignificant compared to the likes of Michael, Uriel, or Raphael, but Jophiel’s contributions to Heaven were invaluable. His sketches and designs had transformed Heaven, adding beauty and inspiration to the lives of many and of the cherubs. He had worked tirelessly to improve their quality of life, earning him a special place in their hearts, as they were often overlooked.

Keenie was reminded of how time in Heaven felt strange and timeless, as angels and Heavenborn seemed to age differently. Jophiel’s boyish appearance masked the wisdom and experience he possessed.

Cletus’s voice broke through her reverie, his tone softening with rare empathy. “Keenie, you’ve been so wrapped up in whatever you got going on. The fair’s lights are a celebration, and Jophiel’s work deserves to be seen and appreciated.”

Deerie nodded in agreement. “Yes, Keenie, you need to get out and see the light show. It’s not just about the lights; you have to take care of yourself, too.”

Keenie hesitated, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. The thought of stepping back into the world felt daunting, but the concern in Cletus and Deerie’s voices tugged at her. Just as she was about to make a decision, the shrill ring of her home phone pierced the quiet. Startled, Keenie abruptly shut the door and rushed to answer it, her heart skipping a beat with a flicker of hope.

To her surprise, it was Michael on the other end. The familiar tone of his voice immediately lifted her spirits. “Keenie? It’s Michael. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Keenie’s voice trembled slightly with relief as she replied, “Michael! No, not at all. I was just— I mean, it’s good to hear from you.”

Michael’s tone softened, and he quickly added, “I’m sorry for being so abrupt last time and for not communicating with you these past few days. I’ve been extremely busy with pressing matters.”

Keenie felt a surge of happiness at hearing Michael’s apology, though a trace of lingering hurt remained. She forced a smile and said, “It’s fine, Michael. I understand.”

Michael continued, his voice taking on a more urgent tone. “Look, I need you to deliver a message with the utmost urgency. Raphael is not currently in Heaven, so I need you to go to Earth and find him. Tell him he needs to return to Heaven as soon as possible, or to let me know when he will be back.”

Keenie could hear the desperation in Michael’s voice, but she chose not to comment on it. Instead, she nodded, though Michael couldn’t see her. “I’ll take care of it right away.”

“Thank you, Keenie,” Michael said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “You’re the best.”

As Michael hung up, a radiant smile spread across Keenie’s face. Her spirits soared, renewed by the unexpected call. She quickly opened the door to find Cletus and Deerie still waiting, their expressions a mix of annoyance and concern.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got work to do,” Keenie announced with newfound energy. “You two should go ahead without me.”

Cletus and Deerie exchanged bewildered glances, but Keenie’s determination was clear.

With a final wave, she straightened her dress and flew into the sky, leaving a flustered Cletus and Deerie behind. Her heart raced with hope as she soared towards Earth, ready to fulfill her new task and rekindle the spark of her role as Michael’s messenger. The vibrant world of Cherub Town slowly faded behind her, replaced by the promise of action and the chance to bask in Michael’s presence again.

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As the shadows deepened and the fiery glow of Hell cast long, flickering shadows across the landscape, Zestial approached Carmilla's residence. The evening air, tinged with the ambient heat of the infernal realms, seemed to hold its breath as he made his way through the darkened streets. The evening had cast long shadows across the cobbled streets, and the warmth of the house glowed invitingly through its windows. Zestial's imposing figure stood out starkly against the darkening landscape.

He knocked gently on the door, his knuckles rapping against the old wood with a rhythmic, deliberate cadence. Moments later, the door creaked open, and Odette stood in the threshold. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of Zestial, a mixture of surprise and happiness dancing across her features.

"Good evening, Zestial," Odette greeted, her voice tinged with a polite but noticeable excitement. "We’re glad you decided to join us for the evening. Mother and Clara will be thrilled to see you."

Zestial smiled, his gaze warm and appreciative. “Likewise Odette, I am truly glad to be here. ’Tis always a pleasure to spend time with thy family.”

She called out across the hallway, her voice echoing with the promise of an evening gathering. "Mother! Zestial is here!"

Odette swung the door wide, the soft, warm glow from within spilled out, casting a welcoming light across the threshold and Zestial stepped inside. Odette’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she closed the door behind him, the subtle click of the latch sealing the evening’s promise.

The soft murmur of voices and the clinking of dinnerware from deeper within the house grew louder, hinting at the lively scene awaiting Zestial.

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