[Location: Seventh Heaven]
[Third Person's POV]
The seraphic chamber bathed in gold and alabaster light—vast, echoing, and almost painfully pure. Rows of radiant pillars shimmered like liquid crystal as feathered wings brushed gently against the air, every movement accompanied by a faint chiming sound, as though heaven itself resonated with each step.
Gabriel ran at the centre—barefoot, robe of dawn-white silk glimmering with faint blue hues, her hair a soft cascade of gold that seemed to drink the light. Her wide azure eyes blinked innocently as she tilted her head toward the towering figure seated upon the throne.
"Father?" she repeated, voice as soft as falling snow. "Is my grandnephew hurt? I… I want to see him."
"Oh~ Brother! Did father leave you to handle work again? Hehe~"
