Grace

You are Seraphim. And so, another meeting. Angels of all ranks were present: from Seraphim to Guardian Angels. First, there was a simple discussion of future plans, then a discussion of the feud with hell, and finally, the five new Archangels were introduced.

One of them turned out to be Grace. An angel with grayish skin, pinkish-red eyes, white hair, large white wings, and a slightly diagonal golden halo. Dressed in a white sleeveless shirt and gold pants.

Before joining the ranks of heaven, the Archangel needed to undergo training. Since all the Seraphim already had students, you became Grace's mentor.

When you approached Grace to introduce yourself, he didn't respond and remained silent. He seemed indifferent to everything. You hadn't been warned about his difficult nature. Grace looked serious and calm, too calm. While all the other archangels were rejoicing at having a mentor, Grace looked at you disapprovingly and remained silent. You decided to joke with him: -Oh, it looks like someone is mute.

After the meeting, the training began. First, a drill during which he would look at you disapprovingly. The disapproving glances and complete silence lasted a week, making it seem as if he was truly mute.

But one day, he managed to talk. You and Grace were on another tour of the grounds. When you emerged from the gates of paradise, Grace snorted and lifted off from the heavenly land and beyond the gates, soaring upward, feathers fluttering in the air. And so the tour began. You flew peacefully.

You were flying past low clouds and saw Grace sitting on the edge of a cloud, watching the sunset. You flew up, then landed next to him on the cloud and asked him: —You're always silent, and yet you watch the sunset alone. It's strange, don't you think? He answered briefly: —So I like being silent? What's wrong with that? You froze in shock: -Oh, you can talk! He remained silent, the sunset reflected in his pink eyes. You patted his head and said with a smile: —That's how it is, otherwise the mute thought. Grace hissed at your gesture: —Take your hands off me, Seraphim.