"Eek!" I screamed the very moment I stepped outside, "E-Everyone is...!?"

Naked! No one's wearing clothes! What the hell is this place, is this how the Gods intended a perfect paradise to look like?!

"S-Sab, uhh..." I turned to check his reaction, only for my Eyes to naturally wander down below his scarf, "Oh."

"What? Stop looking at my crotch." He turned away slightly, "Looks like Angels don't have any, but that doesn't mean I don't feel embarrassed by it."

Wait, lemme just peek under my own top... Oh damn, I don't have anything erotic on me either! So I guess he's right, the Gods removed everyone's private bits. Still, did everyone really find this out and immediately decide to just not wear clothes altogether? Are these guys just all nudists?

"If you're so embarrassed by it, why didn't you find something more appropriate to wear?" I coughed, "Ahem, something more than a measly scarf."

"Like I said, I woke up like this." He sighed, "And the same goes for you. I also didn't find any clothes in the house either. Well, not like that was the main objective on my mind at the time, though. I was really digging the scented pans."

He's still going on about the pans? Geez man, get a grip, you're buck naked in the middle of the street. Actually, he got all shy and timid while I was checking him out, but now that the focus shifted away from him, he's just proudly keeping his hands on his hips. Guess seeing everyone else do the same made him feel more relaxed.

"Hey, you two!" An angel from the house across from us hollered, "Where'd you get those clothes?"

"Hell if we know. We just woke up with them." We replied.

"Woke up with them...? Sigh, in that case, I'll go look for a clothes store or something." He disappointedly left the scene, "See ya' around."

"Yep, bye." I waved him off, "Do you know that guy?"

"How could I? I think he's just the extroverted friendly type." Sab shrugged.

That, or he just wanted some clothes over his skin. Wait, is this White stuff even skin to begin with? Hmm, pinching it doesn't seem to hurt, and licking my hand seems to reveal we have no taste...

"What are you doing?" Sab looked on with a horrified stare, "Do that when you're alone! God, perverted much?"

"Hm? Nah, totally numb." I pondered, "Sab, could you slap me real quick?"

"So not only are you perverted, but you're a masochist as well?" He joked, "Just what in the world did I get myself roped into?"

"Just shut up and smack me." I groaned.

"Okay, but like where exactly?"

"Wherever, just make sure it's a good, hard smack!" I urged him, "I think I figured out something super important about our bodies!"

A tad apprehensively, he stood there confused for a while before shrugging and ultimately going for it. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he spun me around before hitting me on the behind at full force. The smack reverberated throughout the street, making everyone turn their heads to the source of the loud sound.

"...Was that good?" He had the balls to ask.

"Hypothesis... correct." I whimpered, "Our bodies don't feel physical pain."

"Why emphasize just the physical aspect?"

"Because the pain from this embarrassment is still as strong as ever." I let out but a single tear, "What the hell was that!?"

"What? You said I could hit you wherever, so long as I made it a good, hard smack." He tried defending himself from my fists, "Ow, no hitting back! Wait... Whoa, it really doesn't hurt at all!"

"Dammit!"

This guy made a fool of me in front of everyone, and I can't even fight back! Damn these invincible bodies! I wanna meet the God who made it so we can't beat the snot out of each other! Err, well, now that I think about it, the guys here do look pretty buff. Maybe it wouldn't be smart to allow us to feel pain, after all...

"This isn't fair." I turned my back, only to feel a rather sharp pain all throughout my back, "Gah!"

"Oops, sorry!" Sab backed away the moment he heard me cry out, "Did that... hurt you?"

"Yeah, like a lot!" I frowned, "What did you do?"

"Nothing, I just... touched your spine." He explained, "Sorry, I just wanted to see how it felt like. I didn't think it'd hurt..."

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When he touched my spine, the one thing that was replaced in that Gray room to become golden... It hurt a ton. Could it be that our golden parts are the only ones that can feel stuff like regular human skin can? Then, if that's the case, if I touched the hoops around his waist...

"Heh. Phahahaha! S-Stop!" He giggled, "T-That tickles! Seriously, cut it out!"

"Hmmm, so I was right." I readied my fist, "In that case...!"

"OOF!" He fell to the ground.

Hehe! Revenge feels good! I actually got a pretty good hit in on his rings! Okay, now that that's settled, we should probably go look around the place. Maybe if we're lucky, we might run into a clothes shop like that other guy said he was going to. Sab does still need some proper pants to wear, after all.

"Come on, get your ass up." I lifted him, "Sab?"

"Geez, you've got a mean punch, lady..." He whimpered, "Ooouuugh... That's gonna leave a bruise."

"Does gold even bruise?" I wondered, "If that's the case, wouldn't that mean your golden parts would get rusty?"

I really did wind up pretty far for that one. It's kind of making me feel bad seeing him in this sorry of a state. Wait, we ARE invincible, right? I'm not just talking about the White parts of our bodies, but the gold ones as well. He's... gonna recover right back up in a couple moments, right?

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"Owowowow..." He trudged along the road, "Why, God? Why me...?"

"Stop pretending it still hurts!" I began to sweat a little, "Come on. Admit you're just doing that to make me feel bad!"

"You think I'd be able to act the pain out this good?" He raised an extremely valid point, "Ouchie..."

Oh no, I don't think he's actually making it up. Did I seriously hit him that hard? No, but he also touched my back, if just barely, and yet I was super sensitive to it. Maybe we're numb on the White parts, but in exchange we're hyper sensitive on the golden parts? That could be the case, but in that case, does that make our golden bits the angels' lifeblood? Could you kill an angel if you attacked their golden parts enough times?

"Sab, I'm sor..."

"Oh hey, look at that house!" He ran full sprint towards it, disregarding any and all semblances of being in a wounded state.

"I knew you were faking it!" I ran after him, "Get back here, time for seconds!"

The house we reached was quite unique, in that it wasn't even a house to begin with. Rather, it was a floating island. I know, why call a floating island a house? Well, it's because it fit perfectly inside the boundaries of that plot of land, meaning that it was, by that definition, also someone's dream house.

"Wanna try asking the owner to check it out?" Sab looked up with an adventurous smile.

"How would we even do that?" I grimaced, "We can't even climb up there to begin with, much less find the owner and ask them for a tour."

"Fair..." He slumped before getting an idea, "Oh yeah! Wait here!"

Just like that, he ran back to the direction we came from. I don't think the house we woke up in had much of anything of use for this situation, but I guess that's why he's the one running back to get it and not me. It only took a couple of minutes before he returned, frying pan in hand.

"What're you gonna do with that?" I raised an annoyed Eyebrow.

"It's still kind of hot from the stove." He waved it around until the absolutely stunning scent spread all across the street. Everyone had huddled up around us, confused yet enticed by the scent. Smartly, Sab had covered the "dish" with a lid, so the angels genuinely had no idea what it was that he was cooking.

"Yo guys, I tried cooking something up with the food I found in the fridge." Sab raised the sought after pan high into the sky, "It turned out pretty good, so I'd like to make some for everyone, starting from that person up there."

"What? Why from him?!" The crowd admittedly got a bit fussy over this decision.

"Because it's the easiest landmark to remember and use as a guide." He lied to get them to buy the story,

"As Heaven's first 5 star chef, I'd like to get everyone to try my food, and I'm afraid I won't be able to give this banging dish to anyone until I got up to that guy."

So that's the plan, huh? Get everyone on your side with the promise of tasty food, and hope no one checks under the lid. Well, in any case, it worked, because soon everyone was not only calling for, but also demanding that the person on the floating island get down there and meet up with us.

"Get down here!" One angel shouted.

"Come on, we know you're in there!" Another added.

"Ah, everyone! There they come!" A third angel stood amazed as they saw the small dot draw ever closer, "...Eh?"

From the island came down a magnificent being. One of golden feathers and a powerful aura. Their mere existence was something everyone felt deserved a large level of respect, and it didn't take long for this divine presence to bless everyone with a clean landing.

"...That's certainly one way of getting my attention." The winged female glanced at Sab's pan, "So, what do you want?"

"W-Wings..." We gawked at her.

"Hm? Yeah, don't you know?" She flapped them up and down just to flex on us land mammals, "Seraphim have wings."

A seraphim! ...Wait, what is that? So is she one of us or not? An angel, I mean. And if she is, how did she get those wings? In any case, she seems friendly enough to talk to, so while we have this opportunity, I'll be sure to ask as much as I can.

"How did..."

"I earned it." She answered my question before I asked it, "Whilst I did start as an angel, I worked hard and became the Gods' right hand."

"So those wings are...?" Sab pointed at them.

"A perk of being a seraphim." She smiled back warmly, "Apart from that, I'm allowed to keep my memories."

"What does that mean?" I tilted my head.

"Exactly." She smirked.

"Ah, so you must know your past identity as well, right?" Sab expectantly raised the question.

"Ah, that's... n-no." She deflated, "But who cares! I'm living the life here! Whoever I was surely couldn't have had it better than I do now, and these wings are the perfect proof of that!"

Well, she's not wrong. Humans, to my knowledge, can't really fly, at least without the aid of technology. We don't really have wings like that of a bird, so she's definitely above her human self. Wait, how can I be so sure my human self didn't have it worse than I do now in Heaven? What if I lived in poverty, or as a slave, or something even worse? She must probably be thinking the same way, in which case it's smarter to just not find out your own past identity...

"Next question. If you earned your wings through hard work and dedication..." Sab raised his hand, "How'd you climb up and down your own house before that?"

"...Painfully." She admitted, albeit bashfully, "I-I kinda just jumped off the first time and only returned when I got my wings."

Poor girl, I guess that's one way to motivate yourself to climb up the ranks.