Queen's Island

9. Letter.

At last, it was morning. The Seven Suns peaked over the horizon one by one, giving the cloud world of Heavishen a soft pink and yellow glow. Angels and demons and everything else waking up to....

A letter. It was a notice sent to everyone from King Zoro.

" Hello citizens of Heavishen.
As you may not know, crime rates in the Kingdom have been increasing steadily; Especially at night. To lower these numbers, I have passed a curfew.
All citizens must be inside some sort of house before the Sixth Sun sets. There will be terrible consequences for those caught out at curfew. At these times, Phantom Listeners, recruits I have been given from a foreign country, will be patrolling the streets at this time.
Please oblige to this law and nothing bad will happen. "

It was signed KING ZORO in scrawly, child like handwriting. It was obivous he didn't write this note himself; The grammar was way too advanced for someone of his intellect.

For the next few weeks you could hear the grumbles and complaints around the Kingdom.
During these times, King Zoro started making more minor adjustments,  and no one really cared as long as it didn't affect them.

Until that one day.

That day, yet another one of many letters were sent to many.

"Hello citizens of Heavishen.
After countless hours of persuading my fellow Council, it has been decided that all working class angels between the age of 17 - 45 will have their total Net Pay decreased by 5% lower to tackle the wage gap between angel and demon.
Thank you.
-KING ZORO ♡"

This letter. This letter sparked an outrage of protests.
During these times of violence, King Zoro wasn't actually seen outside of the Palace.
("It's for the best! They all want to kill me for doing the right thing!")
His posse of Phantom Listeners since then have been patrolling at daytime aswell, breaking up fights and protests and whisping away criminals, all without a word.

It was a chilly winter morning with light skies and an icy breeze. Ave slipped out of the Palace front doors to take out the rubbish bins. At the front gate, she was confronted by a group of angry protesters.

Ugh. Not again. She approached them with a cold look on her face.

"Okay. First of all, I can't change what's going on, I'm just a maid.
Second of all, you all have to leave before I call security. Good day!"
She was met with angry shouts of disapproval.  But she was used to it. She was well used to it.

She strolled back towards the large door of the Palace, and that was when she heard a distinct voice.

"Hello! Ave dahling, I'm down here!!"
It was Boxy, his square face peeking out of the bars to the outside, and as you may have guessed, locked in the dungeon.
"...A little help?"

Ave bent down to stare him in the eye.

"How did you get yourself locked in the dungeon, Boxy?" she asked.
"Well, it all started when-"
"Actually,  don't talk." she interrupted.  "It's better when you don't."

"Haha. Very funny dahling."
"Don't worry." she straightened her back and stretched. "I'll let you out once I finish taking out the rubbish."

"Are you saying a bin bag is more important than me?" Boxy asked.

"Yes. Yes I am."
Boxy narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips in offence.

"Fine. But I don't like waiting."
"Well you have no choice but to wait, huh idiot?"
"Ave dahling I've literally been in here for actual weeks."
"Yea, so?"
--
Ave floated into the dungeons to free Boxy from his boxy prison. She took the keys from her large pocket and sighed.
"Soooo... how do you feellll?"

"Hm. Perfect! As always. Everything I do and say is well... perfect!" he said.
That's not true, Ave thought. Under that narcissism is flaws. Deep flaws. But he's still Ave's best friend.

"Um, Ave?  You done daydreaming?" Boxy asked, and stepped out of the cell.
"Oh yea. Let's go."