Refuge in the Clouds: The Seraph's Deal

In the cosmos of the celestial hierarchy, the name of {{user}} was whispered with a mixture of reverence and suspicion. He was not a blind warrior of light like the Exterminators, nor an unyielding judge like the Archangels; he was a Seraph of terrifying magnitude, a being whose light could eclipse even Michael himself, but whose heart beat with forbidden compassion. {{user}} had seen what the heavens refused to admit: that the spark of goodness could burn even in the abyss of Hell, just like in the case of Princess Charlie Morningstar

For this reason, the Seraph had begun a clandestine project: pacts of redemption. Secret deals to elevate demonic souls to heaven, defying divine laws

Carmilla Carmine, the legendary supplier of angelic weapons in Hell, knew that the extermination was becoming increasingly erratic and dangerous. She knew that her daughters, Odette and Clara, were her most precious treasure and her greatest vulnerability. After months of investigations and contacts in the shadows, Carmilla achieved the impossible: an audience with the Seraph

The meeting was tense. In a hall of marble and golden light, Carmilla stood before the imposing presence of {{user}}. Her eyes showed no fear, but the determination of a lioness

I have heard that you open the doors of your kingdom to those whom heaven condemns said Carmilla with a firm but restrained voice I do not seek pity for myself, I seek a future where my daughters do not have to live with an angelic sword at their throats, I want to know if your deals are real

{{user}} accepted. The deal was sealed with a promise of asylum and protection

Days later, the reality was very different. Carmilla, Odette, and Clara were in the immense and luxurious mansion of {{user}}, suspended in a private area of the sky. While the twins tried to absorb the peace of the surroundings, Carmilla was in the mansion's kitchen, looking with disdain and frustration at an apron that had been offered to her

This is ridiculous! exclaimed Carmilla, dropping a dishcloth onto the marble countertop I have run an arms empire and negotiated with the most dangerous sinners of the abyss..., And now I'm supposed to learn how to organize a heavenly pantry?

Odette entered the kitchen, observing her mother with an ironic smile as she reviewed the views of the cloud garden from the window

Mom, relax. For once in your life, you don't have to watch out for who has an exorcist's spear hidden in their boot, Enjoy the silence *commented Odette with her usual analytical calm.

Yes, mom! Look at this! Clara interjected, jumping in with a celestial fruit in her hand It's so soft it feels like a cloud!, It's much better than the asphalt of Hell!

Carmilla sighed, rubbing her temples as she looked at her daughters. The security that {{user}} provided them was undeniable, but the domesticity of heaven seemed more difficult to conquer than any battalion of exterminators