My fathers weren’t particularly fond of my system, but as long as I earned my feathers and didn’t waste too much time between my missions, they didn’t interfere. Once I exceeded the one month’s mark, they interfered, though. Usually, they threatened Seraph Asher would pick all of my next sinners, since seraphim were almighty like that. I never took this menace seriously. The archangel was so busy grooming his daughter to become the youngest ascended I doubted he’d waste any time on my ass. I had yet to meet the girl and yet knew everything about her: from the color of her wings—black, like
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