Chapter 53: THE DISTURBANCE IN THE ANGEL REALM
In the Angelic Realm, life was as calm as always. It had been a little bit more than a century since the angels and demons had waged war on each other and all they needed to really do was protect humans from demons who dared breach the treaty.
Those kinds of demons were plenty, but there was a department of angels who looked over that.
The department of Communications, located in a pristine hall that was illuminated by floating orbs of holy light, had another very calm day. Shimmering scrolls of ongoing transmissions floated in the air, and messengers of light bustled about the place.
Every angel in work that day had been assigned to monitor their respective flow of divine messages and ensure the safety of their celestial frequency. It was a position of honor and responsibility. It was also one of the best places to slack off.
Amid that ordered harmony, one angel, Rhael, sat in his designated post. His long golden hair had been tied up in a sleek ponytail. His golden halo hummed gently above his head, as he ensured that his slot of transmissions worked as they were expected to. It was easy work, although it required an angel who had mastery over their halo and all of its functions.
Rhael was good at his job, and was considered one of the more meticulous angels despite having been placed in the slower docks.
He rested a hand lazily on his control panel, absentmindedly spinning a quill between his fingers. His eyes lazily scanned the faintly glowing scrolls in front of him.
Below his table, in a box, were a few scrolls which did not glow like the others. Many of them Rhael had found there when he had been moved to the Department of communications, while he had just added a few others. These were those scrolls of communication that had been compromised in one way or another.
"Nothing ever happens here," he muttered under his breath, his voice lost in the soothing hum of the hall. "Why does the council even bother assigning so many of us to this department?"
One of the older angels walking past laughed, his heightened hearing having heard Rhael’s words, "To keep you youngins from causing trouble elsewhere."
Rhael wanted to retort that he was nearing his five hundredth birthday, but bit his tongue seeing as the older angel was more than three times his age. "At least when Arella was here, the place was interesting." He grumbled under his breath, remembering how she had once doused an angel with holy water because he had thought it a good idea to propose that they get engaged for their families.