Falling down from heaven, Cecil who was born an angel, ended up meeting a banished demon living in the human world. In order to get familiar with the new environment, Cecil has no choice but to stick to this demon.
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"You're quite a sham...
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─────── In the vast, grand hall of the Heavenly Court, an otherworldly light spilled over the space, refracting off the golden columns and marble floors in waves so dazzling they seemed to have a life of their own. A sea of Seraphims gathered above, each as elegant and ethereal as the next, their gleaming wings fanning out in majestic arcs that filled the air with a breeze of pure, sacred energy. They hovered with serene, practiced grace over a glowing dais that served as the heart of this divine court, their eyes trained on the singular figure in the center──a lovely looking angel unlike the rest.
There stood Cecil, lovely but disheveled, an unusual contrast in this realm of immaculate divinity. Her robes, once pristine, bore traces of forbidden indulgences, the faint stains marking her as plainly as a confession. A smear of melted chocolate darkened the edge of her sleeve; a smudge of raspberry jam sat near the hem, and a suspiciously greasy blotch hinted at something buttery, maybe the remains of one too many pastries.
As if sensing the weight of the many amused and judging eyes upon her, Cwcil adjusted her sleeve and, in a futile gesture, attempted to wipe at the stains. Her halo flickered and tilted, almost like a dying lightbulb, a humbling sign of her predicament.
Seraph Michael, tall and forbidding with his golden armor and piercing gaze, cleared his throat, a sound so authoritative that it reverberated through the hall and made the marble pillars quiver in reverence. "Cecil, angel of the second choir," he intoned, his voice smooth and steely, "you stand accused of the gravest of sins: gluttony."
Cecil raised an eyebrow, trying to compose her features into a mask of innocence, though a mischievous glint still danced in her eyes. "Gravest? Isn't that more of a... mortal sin?" she quipped, her tone light and just a touch sardonic. "I mean, surely one extra slice of heaven's cheesecake isn't──"
Seraph Uriel, ever watchful and unyielding, unfurled a scroll that seemed to extend endlessly, the list upon it dense with Cecil's culinary escapades. His sharp eyes scanned the scroll, reading aloud with the precision of a judge. "One extra slice, you say? On the 7th day of the 3,467th millennium, you consumed precisely twelve slices of ethereal cheesecake, four tubs of purity ice cream, and... a bowl of clouds?"
A faint flush crept into Cecil's cheeks, her celestial aura dimming momentarily as she looked down. "It was a stressful week, alright?" she mumbled. "Gabriel's choir practice ran long, and I didn't have breakfast. Or lunch. Or a second breakfast." She shrugged, a guilty smile tugging at her lips.
Seraph Gabriel, hovering near the edge of the dais, narrowed his eyes at the mention of his name, giving Cecil a look that could only be described as a mixture of exasperation and warning. She felt a sudden chill creep up her spine, though she did her best to ignore it, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as her halo flickered even dimmer.
