My name is Alice a young angel of two thousand years,

us angels the prided messengers of the god for most worlds are always supposed to be perfect

skin as smooth as the finest silk, bodies who looked to have been shaped by the greatest of artisans, voice rivaling the most tranquil of natures essence.

the key word here is suppose to be.

almost all angels are perfect and treated gently by there gods but not I for I serve one of the most powerful of gods, the goddess of sinful flame Azarias who many lesser deities have tried to usurp the powers of even primordial forces have fallen before her flames treated as nothing but firewood before her might, she would be a perfect goddesses to work for if she wasn't such a slave driver and didn't treat her servants as things.

''Stupid angels come bring me more dying suns to fuel my bath tis getting colder!!!!!!!!

to think a goddess of the greatest of flames was too lazy to warm her own bath, I know we are meant to serve without question but many of the angels here have become ragged, our once beautiful skin damaged and lifeless, our tranquil voices are course, are elegant figures too skinny, worse of all our prided wings are unkempt.

serving this lord of our has broken many an angel leaving many to abandon their post and become a fallen, a slave to none and only thinking about making others suffer as they have,

I too would have continued to have fallen to that path if it was not for a new strange yet cute friend I met after milady returned from her outing, a pink rivaling the peaches, a smooth texture that even silk would bow to.

we hid this strange and gentle slime-like creature from the goddesses fearing its unjust end and in return, she helped us with our chores from ingesting the seemingly endless cosmic bath water to helping cultivate the fruits and vegetables owe grow granting them stronger flavors, if there is a god watching out for us thank you for granting us our precious new friend and comrade and may you continue to bless us.