timidly.

“Paradise is everything one wants and nothing one doesn’t. If they do not wish to perceive something, I do not force them. Everyone sees what they want to see and nothing else.”

Again, the crowd issued thank-yous and added the names of their idols.

The archangel advanced again. Aether gripped tightly onto my arm. I rolled my eyes, but still entertained her fear.

“Why be so apprehensive?” the archangel asked her sweetly. “Can’t you feel them in this place? Aren’t they calling to you?”

I turned my head, curious. “Who are ‘they’?”

Aether just looked off into the distance, as if seeing something.

“Malvirai,” the archangel replied. “Surely you didn’t think she was the first to acquire a soul.” He turned back to her. “They’re waiting for you, go to them.”

“Yeah, Aether,” I said. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

She looked