The central hall of Eden plunged into an abrupt silence as the voice pierced the celestial walls. It didn't come from open doors, nor from announced corridors, nor from any angelic trumpet authorizing entry.
It simply emerged throughout the entire space at once, as if the space itself had been forced to transmit words it didn't wish to carry.
The white marble columns vibrated slightly.
The golden windows tinkled. The dozens of lesser angels scattered throughout the room froze in place.
"Hey, you feathered ones, I come here in peace! I don't want to kill anyone, I just want to see the seraphim!!"
Uriel stood motionless for a full second, something extremely rare for someone who normally reacted before the problem even finished arising.
His fingers closed on the arm of the side throne until the ornate metal dented under the pressure. Gabriel, on the opposite side, slowly brought his hand to his face, as if already anticipating that the day could still get worse.
