CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Cringe Romantic Pose 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Cringe Romantic Pose 

???? "But such a beautiful face needs a good name to go along with it!" I said, exasperated. The angel looked at me, raising an eyebrow, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. "Oops, did I say that out loud? But still! How do you not have a name?" I asked, and the angel sighed. "A god should know. Angels just serve, but I'm fine with 'You'." …..? "Uhm, okay then. Let's go!" I said, and the angel picked me up in a cringe romantic pose. AHHHH! I internally screamed as the angel burst into flight, soaring under and over islands. The smallest ones were the size of desks, and the largest ones were as big as the duke's mansion. "This is such a nice place." I mused, watching. The angel didn't say anything. 

"You really don't have a name?" I asked, looking up. At least he had a nice face, tho ~~~ "I don't. Would you like to give me one?" The angel asked, still looking ahead. ooooh, that was a good question. 

"Uhm, then, Asa?" I asked, and the angel nodded. Then, suddenly, Asa tucked in his wings and dived straight down. I screamed and grabbed onto his shirt. with a final flutter, Asa landed on the marble tile, a few stray feathers landing on the ground softly. I also hopped off and then looked up. The hall of gods.