Presents for Stephen
@holyfurnace Archangel Gabriel hummed as he descended the winding staircase leading to Heaven's Records Department. His brother Michael, always the diligent soldier, had left a mountain of paperwork that needed filing, and Gabriel, ever the messenger, had volunteered to bring it down. He’d also had his reasons, one of which happened to be waiting for him in the endless rows of ethereal filing cabinets.
He finally arrived, scrolls neatly stacked in his arms, and glanced around until his gaze landed on a familiar figure. There, meticulously organizing the latest celestial decrees, was Stephen, the seraphim in charge of records and, in Gabriel’s mind, easily the most radiant soul in Heaven.
"Stephen! Presents!" Gabriel’s voice sang out, his wings fluttering slightly in excitement.