—WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE!?

Some echoing voice edged forward, into a world which seemed out of fictional literature.

—Get in line, Kiara.

—Yes, m’am.

(Wait... Why am I obeying this old hag!?)

—Now, wait here without saying a single word.

(I want to kill her so badly...) Yet, she was unable to do anything outside the realm of those words. They protuded into her as some parasite whom took control of their host.

—Alright... You are finally here, the worst of today’s bunch.

—Where... Where am I?

A place which could only be described by a single word: white. Anything else would be naught. Massive? Sure, but that doesn’t give a lot about it; there are many big things after all. Perplexing? What isn’t in a fictional setting, anyway? Frivolous? As any other place unwelcoming humanity.

—Alfa, and omega. This is an impasse outside of everything.

Her face remained as confused and detached from it as before.

—So, Kiara... You killed, raped, perturbed, injured, and many more actions that I cannot get into because of time issues. Am I right?

—Oh! I see now! Are you a fan!? Maybe a very rich client!? I will take any offer, go ahead, please!

—No. I’m a judge of the Heavens. You are dead, Kiara.

—Dead... Dead... No, I definitely can’t remember!

—Of course you don’t. Those memories from the Earth are going to be carefully erased. That is just the first to be gone.

—Is there a way to not forget that? There is... A certain thing I have to remember forever.

The judge forced a smirk. Well, even demons have precious memories they want to preserve, right? In any case, this is perfect.

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—Have you heard about angels, Kiara?

—You mean those giant eyeballs?

—Those are old Christian representations. An angel’s also a finite being. They can feel, live, and die.

—Aha... So?

—Most angels are actually reincarnated sinners.

—What?

—They are offenders, which try to reach salvation by making up for their mistakes.

—What?

—(God, give me patience...) What I am trying to say, Kiara, is that you can become an angel, and help people... Since you don’t want to fry in Hell.

—I don’t really mind going to Hell if I can make their heads go boom boom!

—If you go to Hell, however, you will lose all your memories.

—That’s...! Then...

Her hair started curling, as a result of her shy movements.

—(Heh.) Do you choose to be an angel?

—Please, m’am!

A month went by since that moment. Kiara had to be trained in some basic etiquete, and how to deal with people as an angel, before starting her new unusual life.

—Good morning, little angel, did you rest properly last night?

—As if! Your beds feel like sh*t!

—I see... So you want to go back to Timeless Solitary Confinement!

—Errrr... I did rest very well, thank you for this kind offer, m’am!

The judge cracked a smile. It was a powerful feeling after all, being able to deal with this beacon of evilness.

—Today... I am giving the permission to execute your very first mission.

—Mission?

—Indeed. Angels go by helping people.

—Sounds like a pain in the...