the seven heavenly virtues.
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Last published Fri, Mar 18, 2022
God conducts an experiment, an assignment for the precious cardinal virtues. Since they are oftentimes tasked with fighting unseen forces that tamper with the purest of souls and try to pick the locks on Paradise's gate, they rarely interact with humankind, unless it's something historic! If they are to represent virtues humanity ought to emulate, surely there should be a more intimate understanding between the two species, shouldn't there?
That is why the 7 Heavenly Virtues found themselves peppered along the east coast of the United States, in human bodies, living human lives, until something in their angelic minds snap, making them realize who they 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 are.
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