A golden light filled her eyes as she spoke in tongues humans had never understood.
A circle of the same golden light surrounded her and slowly expanded across the open space covered in snow.
***
One week ago
Samuel darted through the air, her magnificent white wings gently carrying her higher and higher.
She noticed Azraels back in the crowd of angels.
Samuel stopped, flew up and floated mid air. A radiant smile played on her lips. "Ace Ace," she rejoiced.
Samuel catapulted herself through the clouds, aiming at Azrael.
In the moment she floated above him, Azrael turned around. A bright smile covered his face and he opened his arms widely. "Sam Sam!"
Samuel wrapped her arms around Azrael and hugged him tightly. "Ace Ace!"
Belzebuubs voice boomed from behind Samuel and Azrael. "Move along, you two. The big boss is waiting for us."
Azrael waved at Belzebuub and ushered Samuel under the enormous white marble pillars and into the Hall of Speech, a gigantic white marbled, round room where thousands of angels and archangels had already gathered to listen to what the big boss had to say. Their mesmerizing coloured wings left sparkling glitter everywhere, creating rainbow after rainbow.
Even though, the big boss openly disliked colours, they sure had created a colourful bunch...
Samuel tugged on Azraels sleeve. "What do you think they're going to say today? Will they show us the latest invention of humanity? Or would they have created an animal even more perplexing than the platypus?"
"I can't say, Sam Sam, but I did notice the big boss wasn't in a good mood this morning, so don't keep your hopes up. It could be just another ranting session for all I know."
Samuel thought about Azraels words. "I don't like it when they rant. It's hardly our fault our wings leave so much glitter. They should have thought about that before making it our main feature."
"Yeah, but it's never their fault their designs don't work out how they envisioned it, is it? It's somehow always the design's fault..."
"I know how they think, but they're just wrong. They're the one creating everyone, so why not just adjust the newer versions to their liking instead of creating the same designs over and over again without any changes and then rant about it?"
"I ask myself that same question every day." Azrael sighed. "For the one creating so many things, they're rather oblivious about pretty much everything..."
*
The Hall of Speech turned dark. Rhythmic military drums grew louder and louder.
Smoke filled the Hall as all the spot lights turned towards the center.
The drums drummed faster and faster - louder and louder - as the center of the floor retreated.
Amidst the smoke, two silver tips of hair appeared. The hair - held together with the finest pink ribbons - resembled two hollow fox ears and was followed by a broad forehead, a button nose, a round jawline with barely any chin and was resting on a short toddler-like body dressed in the finest white silks.
They held up a tiny fist in the air.
The drums immediately stopped and the Hall bursted out in cheers. Angels and archangels chanted: "Big boss! Big Boss! Big boss!"
The big boss dropped their fist.
The chanting immediately stopped. The angels and archangels lowered their arms swiftly and no longer dared to move.
