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She lifted her hands up, fingers splayed as she looked up at the sky in disbelief. “Are you even listening to yourself?? You are acting just like a child! You were born with something good, and you waste it?? Is there any ounce of selflessness in you?? When are you going to figure out chaos is not a toy, it can affect you, too.” Danni scolded.

"I am NOT ACTING LIKE A CHILD!" Ambrose snapped, turning away from her, arms folding across his chest yet again. His lips curved into a frown, "What do you mean, 'it can affect you, too'? How?"

"I’m not a goody-two-shoes, I just know what responsibility means.” She spat, crossing her arms. “It’s really sad that you think that way, you should know anyone with our power has to use it responsibly, not chaotically like a child.”

"I'm not some child." Ambrose hissed, the smugness leaving his tone. His shoulders tensed, his hands slowly balling into fists down at his sides. Calm down, he told himself. He drew in a deep breath and scowled. "Using it chaotically is the best way!"

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“Everyone’s heard of you, dude. Who hasn’t heard of Prov’s kids.” He points out, raising an eyebrow.

"I’m new, got hit by a SUV doing seventy in a residential zone a few months ago and ended up as a glorified babysitter for whoever ends up here accidentally."

"How did you even get here if you’e not supposed to be here?"

"Ahhh, that's rough."

Ambrose admitted, though his tone of voice indicated that he didn't really care that Jonathan died. "How'd I get here? Easy. I used force. There were a few angelic guards, but they weren't a match for me."

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Jonathan just continues to look unimpressed and grumpy, his scowl even deepening a little.

"Oh. It’s you.”

Ambrose couldn't help but smirk. "So...you've heard of me. I was afraid you haven't." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You're one of the newer angels, right? Or... maybe you're an old one. I'm not sure, considering I'm not really supposed to be here, and my mother never tells me anything."

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"Okay, I know for a fact that roughly half of you shouldn’t be able to get into heaven. What’re you doing here."

"My mother works here."

Ambrose raised an eyebrow at the rather unwelcoming greeting. "You might know her. Her name's Providence."

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She furrowed her eyebrows at him. Her shoulders stiffened with every sentence. Danni could understand why even Mephistopheles wouldn’t take him in, too much trouble. She wouldn’t say that out loud,though.

"Of course not! you’re still my brother, but you really need to get your act together."

"You sound just like a goody-two-shoes. Ugh."

Ambrose rubbed his temples. "Listen; things would just...be easier...if you dropped the whole 'goody-goody' thing. Embrace your power. Smite down anyone who defies you."

She rolled her yellow eyes at him. He was such a pain, honestly she could hardly believe they were related. “Maybe the reason I have friends is because I don’t treat people like objects or toys, brother.” Danni countered, a taste of blame in her voice. “You’d be better off if you would actually be a good person.”

She hated how he always tried to play the status card, but she was guilty of using the same one against him sometimes as well.

"Keep your behavior up and one day I’m going to have to take action."

"Ooooh, I'm shaking."

He held up his hands and chuckled. "Good person? Nah, I don't wanna be a good person! What's the fun in that? I'd much rather inflict violence and start riots."

Ambrose glanced down at his nails, eyelids starting to lower. "What are you gonna do? Try and kill me?"

Danni narrowed her eyes. “Maybe if you weren’t such a troublemaker you wouldn’t be cast out, Amby.” She scoffed back sarcastically, stuffing her hands in her pockets. She hadn’t seen her brother in a long time, and she was happy with it that way.

"Why yes, I have been. ‘You been havin trouble doing the same? Or are you just making more enemies?"

Amby.

That damn nickname.

"Not my fault." Ambrose gritted his teeth together before his lips curved into a smile. "I don't need friends. Allies? Yes." Why was she their favorite? It wasn't fair, dammit. She was too much of a goody-two-shoes in his eyes.

"Haven't been making too many enemies. How've you been, sister? Well, I suppose? I bet the reason you have friends is simply because they consider you 'Jesus'."

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"Oh... it's you. Mom and dad's favorite." Neither of their parents ever talked about him. Perhaps he was a little jealous over that fact. Ambrose scoffed, arms folding across his chest.

"What have you even been doing? Making friends?"