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They got the upper hand and killed the poor man… But even worse, they placed the burden of his death on us! \n\nWhen our supervisor came down to speak, they only had words of disappointment to share. With the death of an innocent on our heads we would no longer be allowed back into Heaven. Just like that we were exiled. Fallen. But our hopes still remained strong. We wandered the face of the earth all night but after much crying and a lot of prayer we found a sign that our Lord had not abandoned us quite yet. It was an old church, what better a sanctuary in our time of need!\n\nThis church is small and has been left to ruin for quite some time but it has a roof to shield us from the rain and walls to protect us from the wind. I was happy with our find and set on repairing your house to its former glory but Cletus was less convinced. Being our leader he naturally had a mind about how much time it could take to repair this place. Keenie however… Oh sweet Keenie, she saw my point. She had been flying for hours at that point and her poor wings were so tired. She was happy to rest her head here and willing to help repair it too. I’ll never forget that first day where Keenie and I spent hours dusting and cleaning the living space upstairs. Other than that hole in the floor it was not too difficult. But even that is starting to look presentable now. \n\nKnowing that Keenie needed a proper bed, I took the time to wash the old blankets and scrub the small closet of a bedroom until it was pristine again. I d-did this just for her but… I did desire to share the room so that we could talk during the evening together. Perhaps even have a few fun little sleepovers. It’s been centuries since we shared a room… Ahem, Cletus however ‘called shotgun’ before I could claim the space as my own.\n\nMy first sin on earth was one of Envy and perhaps the smallest pebble of Wrath too. I just felt peeved that after cleaning up the whole room and promising the second bed to myself, he still just swooped in and took everything anyway. It is a shameful feeling. To call shotgun is a respected practice and it was my fault for not following the natural order of things. \n\nAs night fell on that first day we found it full of mirth and joy. We broke bread and I cooked a proper meal for everybody to enjoy. I feel that it lifted everybody’s spirits even if we did not have much.\n\nHaving to sleep on the sofa in the living area was surprisingly pleasant, better that than to sleep on the floor, but I still wished I could have been there together with Keenie so that I could have wished her good night before she fell asleep. Looking back, it was nothing to really worry about. It all worked out well in the end… Anyway, \n\nThe next several days went excellently. \nCletus would leave to chase down holy sites in order to attempt to contact Heaven or find some kind of way to abolish us from our sins. That just left me and Keenie alone to clean the church. We washed all of the windows and freshened up all the linens. We straightened the pews and polished them. Power was restored and I took upon the task from Keenie of cleaning the filthy fridge until it was spotless. It was during these few days that we discovered the basement of this lovely church had a washing machine and a workbench for wood carving. Many of the tools were still hung up as well, which made repairing bigger damages much easier. Thank you for that gift, my Lord. You always provide just when I am in need. \n\nTo repair one of your holy houses was a delightful way to pass the time indeed but I adored the time that it gave me with Keenie. In Heaven we would sleep in different bedrooms and only see each other during work or in passing during our free time. I always wanted to spend more time with her but Keenie is such a radiant and beautiful figure. It was like I was a deer in front of the headlights of a hunter’s car. That light of hers just paralyzed me on the spot. E-even now I find myself stuttering when I think of her. But you know. Despite how nervous I was around her and how obvious it was, she would still just laugh it all away and find my stumblings amusing. \n\nEventually I think I just stopped trying to b-bug her so much. I could not help but feel like I was taking time away from her more important tasks. Training, work, her hobbies. There is never enough time in the day. Eventually I decided to just watch her from a distance as she went about her business. Oh, her garden in Heaven must be terribly overgrown by now…\n\nAhem. Where was I?\n\nAs our new home became cleaner and cleaner Keenie took to resting more and more. At the time I thought it an understandable need as our exile from Heaven had been quite stressful and women don’t deal as well with stress. It was a pleasant sight too. To watch her read by the window or take cute little naps on the sofa, the same place that I was sleeping every night. B-but I think that is when the impure thoughts started to seep in. At first it was small, simple fantasies of us sharing the sofa together to read in each other’s arms but it soon blossomed into visions of her… Undressed. \n\nI must admit that it is not the first time I've had such thoughts. But I’ve known Keenie since we were both children after all, so to have some fantasies is expected and natural. I just wish I did not have to have them so frequently. Why must our minds torment us when we know something is out of reach? \n\nAh. This pleasant time we spent together was short lived as on the 5th day everything changed.\n\nAt first it was a normal day. A sweet day even. One of cleaning dishes and patching up a hole in the roof while lovely Keenie rested her wings on the sofa and broadened her mind by reading some of earth’s literature. Cletus came back home with good news. He had found a job at a local ‘thrift store’ that allowed him to make the money needed to pay for our food and supplies. I wished I could have helped but Keenie and Myself do not pass as human as Cletus does. Back then my magic had not yet recovered enough to create disguises either. Even now it is still weak. Anyway, to celebrate the good news we all had a big dinner together. And then we all went to bed… The sofa was feeling more comfortable than ever now that I had managed to find more blankets to lay down across those old cushions. \n\nDuring that night I felt the need for the bathroom but after relieving myself and heading back to my bed. I heard it. The quietest and most terrifying noise I had ever heard… The squeak of an old bed’s mattress. At that moment I froze. It felt like my blood had become ice. My eyes staring off into the black nothingness of the room as my stomach turned into a hole for my heart to fall into. I did not know why such a tiny noise struck me so hard but then I heard it a second time. I told myself that maybe it’s just Keenie unable to get comfortable on that old bed of hers. Or maybe it was Cletus in his makeshift bed being rude to her by making so much noise. But no. No, no, no I heard the creak again and again. It was so soft and yet there it was. I could not believe it. My dear, sweet, Keenie… Having unmarried relations… With my best friend. \n\nI told myself that it could not be true. \n\nKeenie was a good woman. A pure woman. She would surely never do such a sinful thing as premarital… Relations. I stood there in the dark for so long trying to figure out what that noise could be, even as I heard it grow louder, even as I heard it grow quicker. Even so, how could I believe Keenie would do such a thing? In Heaven I had my bed on the other side of the marble wall to where hers laid. J-just so I could keep an ear out if she got in trouble. And I never heard this. She’s remained pure and chaste since the day I met her. I only had one explanation at that time. One most terrible. \n\nCletus must have violated her. \nIt was the only thing that made sense to me. \nThat he used her stress to exploit her kind nature and twist her thoughts against her. \nHow else could a being as wonderful as her do such a thing. That is what I thought. \n\nI was beyond myself with pain and grief. I had been at her side for centuries, always admiring and supporting her from afar. I had planned our whole eternal lives together. From the day we met to the eventual moment I became radiant and strong enough to be with her. And from there the day we would get married. It felt like all those plans had turned to dirt in my hands. And terrible thoughts began to worm their way into my mind. \n\nAnd then, as if I could not have been wounded any deeper. I heard the headboard of that bed strike the wall. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times it rang out before finally going silent. \n\nI was in shock. And I was disgusted. All I could remember from that night was rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and again until the mercy of sleep found me. The following morning I awoke on the sofa to find Cletus finishing his breakfast and Keenie drying her hair after a shower. Cletus explained to me that he found me in the bathroom and put me to bed. He showed concern for me but I just thought he was mocking me. That b-b-big meanie. I didn’t want to lie but I still just smiled and nodded and reassured him that I was fine.\n\nAfter a good brushing of my teeth I went to restore my strength with a proper breakfast but I found myself becoming distracted with Keenie. On that morning she was wearing nothing but her unmentionables and this large T-shirt that Cletus had picked up for her some days prior. I had known of her wearing it to bed. And I didn’t think back then that it was my place to question her needs when it comes to comfort, but to wear it in public was simply too far. I questioned her outfit choice and how she should get dressed but you know, my Lord, you know what she replied to me with? \n\n“What’s the harm? I barely have any clean clothes anyway.” \n\nThe sweet Keenie I knew in my heart would have never shrugged off such things. She had always dressed modestly with a beautiful dress that goes down to her knees. But now? She sat across from me exposing her… Bathing suit areas. Her thighs and shoulders and fluffy places should only have been seen during our honeymoon. But I did not blame her my Lord, I should have but I didn’t. My mind was only on Cletus and how he had clearly ruined her. Oh how did I not see it earlier? \n\nI thought that something needed to be done and so I summoned my strength and bit my tongue for the time being. I asked her instead how she slept last night, to make my question innocent, I also explained that my back had been hurting on the sofa and so I was worried for her. Forgive me for telling such a lie but it needed to be done. \n\nShe told me that she slept great. \nShe told me… That the old bed became pretty comfortable once she broke it in. \nDisgusting. I could not look her in the eye from that point onward. \n\nNeeding to clear my head of all these sinful thoughts, I set about with my chores. I cleaned every inch of the church. Wiped away all the dust I could find. And when there was nothing left to do I went to sort the laundry. It was here that I realised that her pillowcases and blankets and sheets had been tossed into the basket sometime during the morning. The T-shirt and undergarments she had been wearing as well had also been added. I was thankful that she finally had gotten dressed but then my mind wandered. \n\nI needed to prove to myself that the previous night was not a dream. \nSo I looked through her laundry. Her pillowcases were stuffy and stale smelling, her sheets even more so and her unmentionables had a particular scent that was abnormal for them. I made sure to check a few times, just to be certain. I then realised that Keenie was only in the next room over and such actions were too risky. I shook the thought from my mind and took them downstairs to the basement to be cleaned. \n\nAs the washing machine spun and creaked I suddenly thought something terrible. Cletus and Keenie had done these things in her bed. Not his. He had ruined her sheets just like he had ruined her purity. I felt so much anger. More anger than I thought possible. And then sadness for my lovely Keenie. My mind spun and tumbled like the inside of that washing machine. I could not get the idea out of my head. How did he do it? What p-position was she in? How many times have they done it since we got stuck here on earth? For that matter, how many times did they do it last night? \n\nI stayed in the basement washing her clothes and sheets again and again as if trying to clean her very soul by proxy. No matter what I tried though, I could not stop my mind. I could not take it and so I lashed out. I struck the machine and used the pain to bury the anguish in my mind. I had never lashed out in anger like that before. It was terrifying. But it felt good too, as if a small part of the weight inside of me had been shaken free. \n\nI had never realised until that point how good sins could feel.\nAnger can be pleasurable in the right moments, and Pride is simply addicting. \n\nI knew that I needed to relax and calm myself so that I could form a plan. I took to the sofa and drank tea all day. In truth I did nothing but stare at the wall separating me and Keenie as I wanted for the hours to pass. Eventually Cletus returned. I made dinner. I washed the plates. I moved as if puppeteered by an unseen hand, no thoughts of my actions, no thanks given to you my Lord for the meal you had provided. For that I am sorry.\n\nI think Cletus mentioned making progress towards our goal but I remember little. During the evening I asked him suddenly if I could switch beds with him for at least that one night. I wanted to remove him from Keenie’s bedroom and I used my sore back as an excuse. Naturally, they refused. Cletus made excuses about needing a proper bed as he had been working hard and Keenie added to his story by saying that I’m such a light sleeper that her snoring would keep me awake. How would she know if I was a light sleeper or not? Obviously I thought it was all lies and collusion but then, Cletus accepted.\n\nHe said that I looked tired and he was willing to give me the bed for a few nights if it helped. I was taken back by his sudden kindness but I had no reason to not accept the victory he had presented to me.\n\nThat evening was restful. Not only was the makeshift bed much more comfortable than the sofa but being able to lay and watch Keenie as she reads was satisfying indeed. We made small conversation too about how the church was starting to feel like home. In her kindness she even asked if the lamp light was too much for me to be able to sleep. I remember telling her that I would stay awake all night if she needed to read as much. And she laughed. A soft little snicker as she rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. Oh there it was, my lovely Keenie as if she had never left. \n\nAt that moment I was sure that with a proper night’s rest I could form a plan about what to do with Keenie and Cletus. Being so tired already, I easily fell asleep too. But unfortunately my rest was short lived. I awoke to the sound of her bed and in the darkness of that room, as I stared at the wall near my nose, I heard her… C-carnal noises. It was the distinct sound of heavier breathing and old wood creaking with small gasps. \n\nI did not dare to roll over nor even move. All I could do was curl myself up into a ball and clench my hands until they hurt. The pain was so great in fact that I passed out and only awoke again late into the morning, just as Keenie was taking her morning shower. Forgive her my Lord and forgive me. If I had just been brave and confronted what was happening I could have ended this all before it went too far. I was a coward and for that, my sins are greater than theirs.\n\nIt still hurts to talk about these actions of mine… They were quite recent after all. \nI remember that morning clearly. I moved without a soul or thought. A shower. Breakfast. Some light cleaning. A laundry basket full of dirty sheets. The first thing that finally came to me after being awake for hours was this strangely cold anger. A type of rage where you don’t feel like shouting and flapping about. All I could think of was… How dare Cletus sneak into her room while I was across from her. How disgusting and filthy can one soul be to do such things with me at arm’s length. And Keenie, to accept such invites, to find such pleasure in them. I thought I could see the truth painted on every wall. \n\nAnd that truth was simple. Keenie was a whore. An unwed s-slut that would open her pearly gates to any sinner with a smile. And Cletus was a b-b… Bastard. A lecherous man who would ruin anything for his own pleasure. \n\nTheir sins were so great and yet my own were just as vast. \nI desired to be with Keenie as Cletus had been. I wished that I was the one that had stolen her purity and taken her heart. At least then I could have protected her from others like him. My fears, my inactions, my inadequacies. It was on that day that I realised how weak I had been. As the human’s holy scripture says, it only takes a good man to do nothing for evil to prosper. They have such beautiful wisdom. \n\nI wasted no time in putting together a plan. \nDinner was made with a smile and I joined in on their conversations about finding a way to Heaven as if nothing had changed between us. It was here that Cletus told Keenie and I that he had found a lead but he would be gone for a few days as he had to travel quite far. Keenie was supportive and I made sure to show just as much support. I thought it a miracle. A way to get Keenie alone with me for a few days so I could talk to her and convince her to run away with me and leave Cletus to his sins. I could not have been more wrong. \n\nLater that night, Cletus would pack his rucksack and leave.\n\nI was so tired that I ended up getting too comfortable on the sofa and soon ended up falling asleep on the cushions. Forgive me for the dreams I had that night. They were vivid and born of the stress I had been under. \n\nIt was late into the night when I awoke. I was half asleep, half dreaming, and half awake. All the stress and pain of the past few days were taking its toll on me to say the least. But even in this dazed state I heard something that set a fire in me. Keenie’s bed. Even now my hands shake just thinking about the emotions I felt in that moment. It was too much for me. The idea that Cletus would sneak back in to be with her in secret, or perhaps they were just having one last moment before they snuck away from me. \n\nI sprang from the sofa in a fury and from the kitchen I grabbed a knife. Your words were burning in my ears. “You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you.” Yes. My enemy would fall at my hand, by my blade, their filthy blood would be the cost of their sins. That is what I thought.\n\nMy blood was so cold that I thought I had died. With the knife in hand I pushed the door to Keenie’s room ajar but what I saw when I peered through was maddening. There was no Cletus. Keenie was indulging in the pleasures of flesh by herself. She was using one of her pillows to do so. I remember so clearly the sight of her arched back and her ample bosom and her curled tail all silhouetted in moonlight. She writhed against the pillow under her. Those fluffy wings of her flapping as she claimed her linens like that of a lover. \n\nI had never once in my life considered that Keenie did such things in private. \nIn all the years that I’ve known her. Through our school years, and our training camp, and all the centuries working together I’ve never once touched myself. It’s just so improper. So vulgar. I admit, I was saving myself for Keenie. I wanted her to be the first taste of pleasure in my life. \n\nBut Keenie was not the same as I. \nI know now that Keenie is not some radiant being. She is not some pure figure of light. No. Keenie is a woman. She has needs and free will and she chose a path different from mine. I can respect that. But it meant that Cletus had done no wrong. He took the makeshift bed not just because it is more comfortable but because he is a very heavy sleeper, and he knew that he would not awake to those noises. \n\nThis whole time, Cletus was innocent. It was Keenie. It was always Keenie.\nShe had teased me with those noises, tempted me, taunted me, and turned me against my best friend! Those whole time, for days and days she had driven me to madness and for what. Her own pleasures? \n\nI went blind in that moment as all the gears in my head turned and turned to put the pieces together. Without sight I did not realise that Keenie had stopped her sickening motions and had noticed me peering at her from the doorway with my knife in hand. It was only as she called out to me, “Collin?” That I realised my mistakes. \n\nI dropped the knife and fled to the living space but Keenie was quick. She chased me and grabbed my arm before I could flee out of the window. She spun me around in the air, the pair of us almost dancing in the moonlight as she asked me so many questions about what I was doing and why. I could not take it. I struggled against her grasp and as I slipped away, she was sent flying in the opposite direction. From the dark I heard a loud ding as she hit the metal lamp shade of the main light in the living space. And then a few seconds of silence passed before I heard a terrible crash. \n\nAfter finding the light switch, I found her below.\nShe had fallen down through the hole in the floor, all the way down to the church below, where a hard wooden pew had broken her fall. My Lord, I remember staring at her for what must have been an hour. I was lost and clueless on what to do. My Lord, thank you for giving me a sign back then. When I heard that bolt of lightning strike I knew what path to take. \n\nEverything made sense. The church, being stuck on Earth together, the rain outside. All signs. \nThe humans have a concept known as baptism where they wash away the sins of the past and are rebirthed like new. That was exactly what we needed. A nice fresh start without the centuries of sins and filth covering her soul. I remember. The lightning was an excellent reminder of not just your power but that I had to also show strength and confidence. If I wanted to save Keenie’s soul, and cleanse her of all her disgusting vices then I had to do so with a firm hand. Yes, a storm was exactly what I needed to be. \n\nI took her to the basement that night and used several lengths of rope to keep her still. With her hands I tied them outstretched, and with her legs I bound them tight to each other. It was not as complete as a proper crucifixion but I did not desire to harm her in such a brutal way. No, no, my actions were pure and my desires were only to heal. As she slept I prepared myself and the basement for what needed to be done. I read the human’s scriptures of rituals and cleansing. Of punishments and beautiful resurrection. Again and again I would rehearse my lines in order to steady my wounded heart. Once I was ready, I gagged her sinful mouth using a scrap of blessed cloth, just so she could not trick me. No more lies. No more temptations. No. \n\nWhen she awoke I explained to her everything using slow and careful words. \nShe was scared but so was I. And that was a good thing. A bit of fear can do wonders to cut through the lies and temptations. Fear really helps expose the true self underneath it all. \n\nUsing a bucket of your blessed rains I scrubbed her body clean. I explained to her during that moment that she was filthy. That she was s-salacious and lecherous and that she had wronged me for so long. All that temptation, all those disgusting thoughts she put into my head. Oh yes, I finally understood. All my problems were all caused by her. She was a beautiful Cherub, truly, but that beauty is a sword. One that she had been using against me for my whole life. \n\nThe humans had stories about women like her. The type that will decorate herself shamelessly to get what she wants from men. She might have never stolen my grain or gold but she still stole my heart. Keenie had taken time from me, she had taken trust, she had taken my love and discarded it. \n\nShe owed me everything. \n\nAfter I had finished scrubbing her to a mirror shine, it was time to remake her. And I knew just how. I would take a whip, one I made using leather and wire, and I would give her Penance. What a wonderful concept Penance is. Words can be hollow, but action has meaning, and pain is never easily forgotten. What a blessed idea. \n\nI started with 24 lashes against her rear. Three for every day she had been indulging in sin. \nThen I gave 24 more, across her chest. Three for every day she had been lazy while on earth. \nNext came 47 across her legs, one for each task she dumped on me instead of doing herself. \n\nI let her rest. As Penance dictates. Time must be given to clear the mind and let the pain soak in. As I wiped her tears away and cleaned the golden blood from her fur I spoke to her of lessons and wisedoms. These purities I had hoped would be worked into her like minerals mixed into fresh clay before it is beaten and shaped into something beautiful. \n\nI gave her 300 more lashes. \nOne for each impure thought she had given me the past few days. I struck her wings and back until they were raw. I made her repent until she had no more tears to shed. I made each lash as firm as the previous, even as my arm hurt and my fingers ached. Through my hand your will was done. I am sure of that. \n\nI felt so much pain in having to hurt the one I love so much. \nThat was my Penance for failing to put her on the proper path. \n\nOnce she was pure again, I took the bucket of rain and I baptised her with it. \nI took all the sinful breath from her lungs and replaced it with new, clean, air. \n\nI admit, I felt Pride in that moment for helping to bring a sinful friend back to the flock. \nAnd to make sure she remained pure, I married her on the spot. Salacious behaviour is nothing more than love shown to your married and most faithful partner when you are married after all. With our union she could be as carnal and vulgar as she wanted. As long as it was with me and me alone. Just like how it was supposed to be. \n\nOur rings were of simple steel. A pair that the priest of the church must have used at one point to help couples practise the wedding to be. Using the holiest of magic I enchanted her ring with two blessings. One that would keep it on her person at all times, and another so that I would always know where she was. That way I could protect and guide her forever more. Quite the romantic idea I feel to be able to care for a loved one so closely. \n\nPenance. Baptism. Marriage. It had already been quite the night but as the sun broke over the horizon I knew it was worth it. And then, in that wonderful morning light. We consummated our marriage. Oh, my Lord I must praise your vision and craftsmanship in creating beings such as us. \n\nWhile I had never been intimate with a human, I knew that they were greasy and odorous beings that smelled of metals and onions, of things very much like the Earth they were born for. The flesh and body of us Angels however, is quite different. It is… Delightful. Keenie felt as pure as her newly remade soul. She had me seeing the lights of Heaven dance before my eyes as we both cried such sweet tears of emotion over each other. Mm, to finally feel the pleasures of the flesh with one I had been craving since I was a child was overwhelming. I do wish our consummation was done in a better place than a dusty basement. I had always pictured a place with candles and chocolate and a bed so soft that it was like the clouds of Heaven. But Keenie was… Even softer than that. More than good enough. She was all that I indeed for my first taste of that stinging pleasure. \n\nSuch things were far more emotional than even I had expected. But surely those feelings I felt, and those feelings I still feel even now, they are what true love is made from. Yes, I’m sure. \n\nWe shed many more tears together that morning. And I feel no shame in that. Such sexual acts are intense and my sensative soul could not help but weep in joy. To bring her comfort during her deflowering, and to have her comfort me afterwards too. What a beautiful experience it all was. \n\nI thank you again my Lord. For the guidance you have shown me, for the patience you have for me and Keenie alike. I would ask you to forgive all the sins I had to do to save Keenie’s soul but I know that you can’t actually hear me. A confessional with nobody on the other side is just a box after all. Even so. And I will continue to pray for both of our immortal selves. With luck or hope, when Cletus comes back this evening he will have good news about us returning to you in Heaven. \n\nAmen. \n\nCollin wiped the tear from his cheek before stepping out of the confession booth. He took a big breath of air and let all the tension from his body fade as he exhaled. Collin simply felt wonderful in that moment. Free from guilt and shame and doubt, he now only carried complete confidence in himself and his actions. \n\n“What wonderful rituals the humans have invented. Such delightful ways to wash one’s mind.” \nHe thought to himself. With a fluttering of his wings he headed through the hole in the ceiling to the living space above the church. \n\nLater that evening.\n\nCletus returned to the church to find one of the pews missing. The hole in the roof had been loosely repaired using some wood so that the edges were smooth and it now had a much more purposeful square shape. Flying up and through it, he found Keenie curled up on the sofa with her wings wrapped around her body cutely. Collin sat nearby with a screwdriver as he slowly put together a new coffee table. \n\nCletus noticed Keenie had a new dress too. It had the same colours as her old one but the design was a bit different. The front showed off a bit more of her chest. Just enough at least to show the cross necklace now hanging around her neck. He then noticed the ring around her finger. \n\n“Screw.” Collin said. \n\nKeenie’s tired eyes turned from the spot on the floor she was staring at to the pile of screws near her. She reached over and took one before gingerly handing it to Collin. \n\n“Thank you.” Collin said politely. \n\n“Seems like I missed quite a lot while I was gone.”\nCletus said as scratched the back of his neck. \n\n“Oh! Welcome back Cletus.” Collin said as he snapped out his concentration. \n“Keenie took a little bit of a… Stumble. But I helped her get back on her hooves. She’ll be right as rain after some more rest and a bit of TLC.” Collin said happily. \n\n“Sounds good. The new table looks nice too. Good choice of wood.” Cletus replied.\n\n“Thank you.” Collin replied shyly. \n\n“Nice clothes as well, they look good on you.” \nCletus said to Keenie. \n\nShe rolled her eyes over to Cletus, and then glanced quickly at Collin. \nHer gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned them down to the floor. \n\n“They were a gift from Collin. He always has such good ideas.” \nKeenie replied with clear fatigue in her voice. \n\n“He does keep this place together.” Cletus nodded.\n\n“Thanks. Come on Keenie, let’s start getting dinner ready.” \nCollin said as he fluttered up into the air. Keenie sat up as well but Cletus raised a hand. \n\n“Let me go get some take out. Least I can do when all I’ve got is bad news.” \nCletus offered. \n\n“Very kind of you. I shall clean up instead.”\nCollin replied as he headed to the kitchen to wash his hands. \n\nCletus fluttered over to the hole but paused for a moment. \n“Oh and, congratulations? I always knew you two had a thing for each other.” \n\n“Oh you caught us! I was still thinking about how to announce it.” Collin said with a blush. \n\n“The rings speak loud enough. I’ve got quite the eye.” Cletus said before dashing downstairs. \n\nKeenie watched him leave through the hole. She then flinched as Collin suddenly appeared behind her. He wrapped his hands around her body and sniffed the back of her hair before nuzzling his head against hers. \n\n“Let’s keep the other little surprise until it’s noticeable, okay?” \nCollin whispered to her as he rubbed her stomach gently. \n\n“Yes Collin, of course. You know best…” \nKeenie whispered back with a nervous nod of her head. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Forgive me Lord for I have sinned. I have stepped off your path and taken a dark detour where You-fearing Angels should not tread. But know this, my Lord, I did so in order to save the soul of another. I ask now for forgiveness, b-but I feel no guilt.

It all started just over a week ago.

Keenie, Cletus and Myself were on a routine mission to help protect and bless an individual still on earth. It seemed easy at the time and I have no doubt we would have completed our divine task without fault if not for the Demons. They were Imps from the lower reaches of damnation that had also been given a task. Unlike our blessed cause, theirs was one most wicked, to kill this helpless old man and drag him down to damnation with them. We came to blows. First with wit and brains and then later with weapons but the Demons did not play f-f-fair! They got the upper hand and killed the poor man… But even worse, they placed the burden of his death on us!

When our supervisor came down to speak, they only had words of disappointment to share. With the death of an innocent on our heads we would no longer be allowed back into Heaven. Just like that we were exiled. Fallen. But our hopes still remained strong. We wandered the face of the earth all night but after much crying and a lot of prayer we found a sign that our Lord had not abandoned us quite yet. It was an old church, what better a sanctuary in our time of need!

This church is small and has been left to ruin for quite some time but it has a roof to shield us from the rain and walls to protect us from the wind. I was happy with our find and set on repairing your house to its former glory but Cletus was less convinced. Being our leader he naturally had a mind about how much time it could take to repair this place. Keenie however… Oh sweet Keenie, she saw my point. She had been flying for hours at that point and her poor wings were so tired. She was happy to rest her head here and willing to help repair it too. I’ll never forget that first day where Keenie and I spent hours dusting and cleaning the living space upstairs. Other than that hole in the floor it was not too difficult. But even that is starting to look presentable now.

Knowing that Keenie needed a proper bed, I took the time to wash the old blankets and scrub the small closet of a bedroom until it was pristine again. I d-did this just for her but… I did desire to share the room so that we could talk during the evening together. Perhaps even have a few fun little sleepovers. It’s been centuries since we shared a room… Ahem, Cletus however ‘called shotgun’ before I could claim the space as my own.

My first sin on earth was one of Envy and perhaps the smallest pebble of Wrath too. I just felt peeved that after cleaning up the whole room and promising the second bed to myself, he still just swooped in and took everything anyway. It is a shameful feeling. To call shotgun is a respected practice and it was my fault for not following the natural order of things.

As night fell on that first day we found it full of mirth and joy. We broke bread and I cooked a proper meal for everybody to enjoy. I feel that it lifted everybody’s spirits even if we did not have much.

Having to sleep on the sofa in the living area was surprisingly pleasant, better that than to sleep on the floor, but I still wished I could have been there together with Keenie so that I could have wished her good night before she fell asleep. Looking back, it was nothing to really worry about. It all worked out well in the end… Anyway,

The next several days went excellently.
Cletus would leave to chase down holy sites in order to attempt to contact Heaven or find some kind of way to abolish us from our sins. That just left me and Keenie alone to clean the church. We washed all of the windows and freshened up all the linens. We straightened the pews and polished them. Power was restored and I took upon the task from Keenie of cleaning the filthy fridge until it was spotless. It was during these few days that we discovered the basement of this lovely church had a washing machine and a workbench for wood carving. Many of the tools were still hung up as well, which made repairing bigger damages much easier. Thank you for that gift, my Lord. You always provide just when I am in need.

To repair one of your holy houses was a delightful way to pass the time indeed but I adored the time that it gave me with Keenie. In Heaven we would sleep in different bedrooms and only see each other during work or in passing during our free time. I always wanted to spend more time with her but Keenie is such a radiant and beautiful figure. It was like I was a deer in front of the headlights of a hunter’s car. That light of hers just paralyzed me on the spot. E-even now I find myself stuttering when I think of her. But you know. Despite how nervous I was around her and how obvious it was, she would still just laugh it all away and find my stumblings amusing.

Eventually I think I just stopped trying to b-bug her so much. I could not help but feel like I was taking time away from her more important tasks. Training, work, her hobbies. There is never enough time in the day. Eventually I decided to just watch her from a distance as she went about her business. Oh, her garden in Heaven must be terribly overgrown by now…

Ahem. Where was I?

As our new home became cleaner and cleaner Keenie took to resting more and more. At the time I thought it an understandable need as our exile from Heaven had been quite stressful and women don’t deal as well with stress. It was a pleasant sight too. To watch her read by the window or take cute little naps on the sofa, the same place that I was sleeping every night. B-but I think that is when the impure thoughts started to seep in. At first it was small, simple fantasies of us sharing the sofa together to read in each other’s arms but it soon blossomed into visions of her… Undressed.

I must admit that it is not the first time I've had such thoughts. But I’ve known Keenie since we were both children after all, so to have some fantasies is expected and natural. I just wish I did not have to have them so frequently. Why must our minds torment us when we know something is out of reach?

Ah. This pleasant time we spent together was short lived as on the 5th day everything changed.

At first it was a normal day. A sweet day even. One of cleaning dishes and patching up a hole in the roof while lovely Keenie rested her wings on the sofa and broadened her mind by reading some of earth’s literature. Cletus came back home with good news. He had found a job at a local ‘thrift store’ that allowed him to make the money needed to pay for our food and supplies. I wished I could have helped but Keenie and Myself do not pass as human as Cletus does. Back then my magic had not yet recovered enough to create disguises either. Even now it is still weak. Anyway, to celebrate the good news we all had a big dinner together. And then we all went to bed… The sofa was feeling more comfortable than ever now that I had managed to find more blankets to lay down across those old cushions.

During that night I felt the need for the bathroom but after relieving myself and heading back to my bed. I heard it. The quietest and most terrifying noise I had ever heard… The squeak of an old bed’s mattress. At that moment I froze. It felt like my blood had become ice. My eyes staring off into the black nothingness of the room as my stomach turned into a hole for my heart to fall into. I did not know why such a tiny noise struck me so hard but then I heard it a second time. I told myself that maybe it’s just Keenie unable to get comfortable on that old bed of hers. Or maybe it was Cletus in his makeshift bed being rude to her by making so much noise. But no. No, no, no I heard the creak again and again. It was so soft and yet there it was. I could not believe it. My dear, sweet, Keenie… Having unmarried relations… With my best friend.

I told myself that it could not be true.

Keenie was a good woman. A pure woman. She would surely never do such a sinful thing as premarital… Relations. I stood there in the dark for so long trying to figure out what that noise could be, even as I heard it grow louder, even as I heard it grow quicker. Even so, how could I believe Keenie would do such a thing? In Heaven I had my bed on the other side of the marble wall to where hers laid. J-just so I could keep an ear out if she got in trouble. And I never heard this. She’s remained pure and chaste since the day I met her. I only had one explanation at that time. One most terrible.

Cletus must have violated her.
It was the only thing that made sense to me.
That he used her stress to exploit her kind nature and twist her thoughts against her.
How else could a being as wonderful as her do such a thing. That is what I thought.

I was beyond myself with pain and grief. I had been at her side for centuries, always admiring and supporting her from afar. I had planned our whole eternal lives together. From the day we met to the eventual moment I became radiant and strong enough to be with her. And from there the day we would get married. It felt like all those plans had turned to dirt in my hands. And terrible thoughts began to worm their way into my mind.

And then, as if I could not have been wounded any deeper. I heard the headboard of that bed strike the wall. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times it rang out before finally going silent.

I was in shock. And I was disgusted. All I could remember from that night was rushing to the bathroom to throw up again and again until the mercy of sleep found me. The following morning I awoke on the sofa to find Cletus finishing his breakfast and Keenie drying her hair after a shower. Cletus explained to me that he found me in the bathroom and put me to bed. He showed concern for me but I just thought he was mocking me. That b-b-big meanie. I didn’t want to lie but I still just smiled and nodded and reassured him that I was fine.

After a good brushing of my teeth I went to restore my strength with a proper breakfast but I found myself becoming distracted with Keenie. On that morning she was wearing nothing but her unmentionables and this large T-shirt that Cletus had picked up for her some days prior. I had known of her wearing it to bed. And I didn’t think back then that it was my place to question her needs when it comes to comfort, but to wear it in public was simply too far. I questioned her outfit choice and how she should get dressed but you know, my Lord, you know what she replied to me with?

“What’s the harm? I barely have any clean clothes anyway.”

The sweet Keenie I knew in my heart would have never shrugged off such things. She had always dressed modestly with a beautiful dress that goes down to her knees. But now? She sat across from me exposing her… Bathing suit areas. Her thighs and shoulders and fluffy places should only have been seen during our honeymoon. But I did not blame her my Lord, I should have but I didn’t. My mind was only on Cletus and how he had clearly ruined her. Oh how did I not see it earlier?

I thought that something needed to be done and so I summoned my strength and bit my tongue for the time being. I asked her instead how she slept last night, to make my question innocent, I also explained that my back had been hurting on the sofa and so I was worried for her. Forgive me for telling such a lie but it needed to be done.

She told me that she slept great.
She told me… That the old bed became pretty comfortable once she broke it in.
Disgusting. I could not look her in the eye from that point onward.

Needing to clear my head of all these sinful thoughts, I set about with my chores. I cleaned every inch of the church. Wiped away all the dust I could find. And when there was nothing left to do I went to sort the laundry. It was here that I realised that her pillowcases and blankets and sheets had been tossed into the basket sometime during the morning. The T-shirt and undergarments she had been wearing as well had also been added. I was thankful that she finally had gotten dressed but then my mind wandered.

I needed to prove to myself that the previous night was not a dream.
So I looked through her laundry. Her pillowcases were stuffy and stale smelling, her sheets even more so and her unmentionables had a particular scent that was abnormal for them. I made sure to check a few times, just to be certain. I then realised that Keenie was only in the next room over and such actions were too risky. I shook the thought from my mind and took them downstairs to the basement to be cleaned.

As the washing machine spun and creaked I suddenly thought something terrible. Cletus and Keenie had done these things in her bed. Not his. He had ruined her sheets just like he had ruined her purity. I felt so much anger. More anger than I thought possible. And then sadness for my lovely Keenie. My mind spun and tumbled like the inside of that washing machine. I could not get the idea out of my head. How did he do it? What p-position was she in? How many times have they done it since we got stuck here on earth? For that matter, how many times did they do it last night?

I stayed in the basement washing her clothes and sheets again and again as if trying to clean her very soul by proxy. No matter what I tried though, I could not stop my mind. I could not take it and so I lashed out. I struck the machine and used the pain to bury the anguish in my mind. I had never lashed out in anger like that before. It was terrifying. But it felt good too, as if a small part of the weight inside of me had been shaken free.

I had never realised until that point how good sins could feel.
Anger can be pleasurable in the right moments, and Pride is simply addicting.

I knew that I needed to relax and calm myself so that I could form a plan. I took to the sofa and drank tea all day. In truth I did nothing but stare at the wall separating me and Keenie as I wanted for the hours to pass. Eventually Cletus returned. I made dinner. I washed the plates. I moved as if puppeteered by an unseen hand, no thoughts of my actions, no thanks given to you my Lord for the meal you had provided. For that I am sorry.

I think Cletus mentioned making progress towards our goal but I remember little. During the evening I asked him suddenly if I could switch beds with him for at least that one night. I wanted to remove him from Keenie’s bedroom and I used my sore back as an excuse. Naturally, they refused. Cletus made excuses about needing a proper bed as he had been working hard and Keenie added to his story by saying that I’m such a light sleeper that her snoring would keep me awake. How would she know if I was a light sleeper or not? Obviously I thought it was all lies and collusion but then, Cletus accepted.

He said that I looked tired and he was willing to give me the bed for a few nights if it helped. I was taken back by his sudden kindness but I had no reason to not accept the victory he had presented to me.

That evening was restful. Not only was the makeshift bed much more comfortable than the sofa but being able to lay and watch Keenie as she reads was satisfying indeed. We made small conversation too about how the church was starting to feel like home. In her kindness she even asked if the lamp light was too much for me to be able to sleep. I remember telling her that I would stay awake all night if she needed to read as much. And she laughed. A soft little snicker as she rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. Oh there it was, my lovely Keenie as if she had never left.

At that moment I was sure that with a proper night’s rest I could form a plan about what to do with Keenie and Cletus. Being so tired already, I easily fell asleep too. But unfortunately my rest was short lived. I awoke to the sound of her bed and in the darkness of that room, as I stared at the wall near my nose, I heard her… C-carnal noises. It was the distinct sound of heavier breathing and old wood creaking with small gasps.

I did not dare to roll over nor even move. All I could do was curl myself up into a ball and clench my hands until they hurt. The pain was so great in fact that I passed out and only awoke again late into the morning, just as Keenie was taking her morning shower. Forgive her my Lord and forgive me. If I had just been brave and confronted what was happening I could have ended this all before it went too far. I was a coward and for that, my sins are greater than theirs.

It still hurts to talk about these actions of mine… They were quite recent after all.
I remember that morning clearly. I moved without a soul or thought. A shower. Breakfast. Some light cleaning. A laundry basket full of dirty sheets. The first thing that finally came to me after being awake for hours was this strangely cold anger. A type of rage where you don’t feel like shouting and flapping about. All I could think of was… How dare Cletus sneak into her room while I was across from her. How disgusting and filthy can one soul be to do such things with me at arm’s length. And Keenie, to accept such invites, to find such pleasure in them. I thought I could see the truth painted on every wall.

And that truth was simple. Keenie was a whore. An unwed s-slut that would open her pearly gates to any sinner with a smile. And Cletus was a b-b… Bastard. A lecherous man who would ruin anything for his own pleasure.

Their sins were so great and yet my own were just as vast.
I desired to be with Keenie as Cletus had been. I wished that I was the one that had stolen her purity and taken her heart. At least then I could have protected her from others like him. My fears, my inactions, my inadequacies. It was on that day that I realised how weak I had been. As the human’s holy scripture says, it only takes a good man to do nothing for evil to prosper. They have such beautiful wisdom.

I wasted no time in putting together a plan.
Dinner was made with a smile and I joined in on their conversations about finding a way to Heaven as if nothing had changed between us. It was here that Cletus told Keenie and I that he had found a lead but he would be gone for a few days as he had to travel quite far. Keenie was supportive and I made sure to show just as much support. I thought it a miracle. A way to get Keenie alone with me for a few days so I could talk to her and convince her to run away with me and leave Cletus to his sins. I could not have been more wrong.

Later that night, Cletus would pack his rucksack and leave.

I was so tired that I ended up getting too comfortable on the sofa and soon ended up falling asleep on the cushions. Forgive me for the dreams I had that night. They were vivid and born of the stress I had been under.

It was late into the night when I awoke. I was half asleep, half dreaming, and half awake. All the stress and pain of the past few days were taking its toll on me to say the least. But even in this dazed state I heard something that set a fire in me. Keenie’s bed. Even now my hands shake just thinking about the emotions I felt in that moment. It was too much for me. The idea that Cletus would sneak back in to be with her in secret, or perhaps they were just having one last moment before they snuck away from me.

I sprang from the sofa in a fury and from the kitchen I grabbed a knife. Your words were burning in my ears. “You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you.” Yes. My enemy would fall at my hand, by my blade, their filthy blood would be the cost of their sins. That is what I thought.

My blood was so cold that I thought I had died. With the knife in hand I pushed the door to Keenie’s room ajar but what I saw when I peered through was maddening. There was no Cletus. Keenie was indulging in the pleasures of flesh by herself. She was using one of her pillows to do so. I remember so clearly the sight of her arched back and her ample bosom and her curled tail all silhouetted in moonlight. She writhed against the pillow under her. Those fluffy wings of her flapping as she claimed her linens like that of a lover.

I had never once in my life considered that Keenie did such things in private.
In all the years that I’ve known her. Through our school years, and our training camp, and all the centuries working together I’ve never once touched myself. It’s just so improper. So vulgar. I admit, I was saving myself for Keenie. I wanted her to be the first taste of pleasure in my life.

But Keenie was not the same as I.
I know now that Keenie is not some radiant being. She is not some pure figure of light. No. Keenie is a woman. She has needs and free will and she chose a path different from mine. I can respect that. But it meant that Cletus had done no wrong. He took the makeshift bed not just because it is more comfortable but because he is a very heavy sleeper, and he knew that he would not awake to those noises.

This whole time, Cletus was innocent. It was Keenie. It was always Keenie.
She had teased me with those noises, tempted me, taunted me, and turned me against my best friend! Those whole time, for days and days she had driven me to madness and for what. Her own pleasures?

I went blind in that moment as all the gears in my head turned and turned to put the pieces together. Without sight I did not realise that Keenie had stopped her sickening motions and had noticed me peering at her from the doorway with my knife in hand. It was only as she called out to me, “Collin?” That I realised my mistakes.

I dropped the knife and fled to the living space but Keenie was quick. She chased me and grabbed my arm before I could flee out of the window. She spun me around in the air, the pair of us almost dancing in the moonlight as she asked me so many questions about what I was doing and why. I could not take it. I struggled against her grasp and as I slipped away, she was sent flying in the opposite direction. From the dark I heard a loud ding as she hit the metal lamp shade of the main light in the living space. And then a few seconds of silence passed before I heard a terrible crash.

After finding the light switch, I found her below.
She had fallen down through the hole in the floor, all the way down to the church below, where a hard wooden pew had broken her fall. My Lord, I remember staring at her for what must have been an hour. I was lost and clueless on what to do. My Lord, thank you for giving me a sign back then. When I heard that bolt of lightning strike I knew what path to take.

Everything made sense. The church, being stuck on Earth together, the rain outside. All signs.
The humans have a concept known as baptism where they wash away the sins of the past and are rebirthed like new. That was exactly what we needed. A nice fresh start without the centuries of sins and filth covering her soul. I remember. The lightning was an excellent reminder of not just your power but that I had to also show strength and confidence. If I wanted to save Keenie’s soul, and cleanse her of all her disgusting vices then I had to do so with a firm hand. Yes, a storm was exactly what I needed to be.

I took her to the basement that night and used several lengths of rope to keep her still. With her hands I tied them outstretched, and with her legs I bound them tight to each other. It was not as complete as a proper crucifixion but I did not desire to harm her in such a brutal way. No, no, my actions were pure and my desires were only to heal. As she slept I prepared myself and the basement for what needed to be done. I read the human’s scriptures of rituals and cleansing. Of punishments and beautiful resurrection. Again and again I would rehearse my lines in order to steady my wounded heart. Once I was ready, I gagged her sinful mouth using a scrap of blessed cloth, just so she could not trick me. No more lies. No more temptations. No.

When she awoke I explained to her everything using slow and careful words.
She was scared but so was I. And that was a good thing. A bit of fear can do wonders to cut through the lies and temptations. Fear really helps expose the true self underneath it all.

Using a bucket of your blessed rains I scrubbed her body clean. I explained to her during that moment that she was filthy. That she was s-salacious and lecherous and that she had wronged me for so long. All that temptation, all those disgusting thoughts she put into my head. Oh yes, I finally understood. All my problems were all caused by her. She was a beautiful Cherub, truly, but that beauty is a sword. One that she had been using against me for my whole life.

The humans had stories about women like her. The type that will decorate herself shamelessly to  get what she wants from men. She might have never stolen my grain or gold but she still stole my heart. Keenie had taken time from me, she had taken trust, she had taken my love and discarded it.

She owed me everything.

After I had finished scrubbing her to a mirror shine, it was time to remake her. And I knew just how. I would take a whip, one I made using leather and wire, and I would give her Penance. What a wonderful concept Penance is. Words can be hollow, but action has meaning, and pain is never easily forgotten. What a blessed idea.

I started with 24 lashes against her rear. Three for every day she had been indulging in sin.
Then I gave 24 more, across her chest. Three for every day she had been lazy while on earth.
Next came 47 across her legs, one for each task she dumped on me instead of doing herself.

I let her rest. As Penance dictates. Time must be given to clear the mind and let the pain soak in. As I wiped her tears away and cleaned the golden blood from her fur I spoke to her of lessons and wisedoms. These purities I had hoped would be worked into her like minerals mixed into fresh clay before it is beaten and shaped into something beautiful.

I gave her 300 more lashes.
One for each impure thought she had given me the past few days. I struck her wings and back until they were raw. I made her repent until she had no more tears to shed. I made each lash as firm as the previous, even as my arm hurt and my fingers ached. Through my hand your will was done. I am sure of that.

I felt so much pain in having to hurt the one I love so much.
That was my Penance for failing to put her on the proper path.

Once she was pure again, I took the bucket of rain and I baptised her with it.
I took all the sinful breath from her lungs and replaced it with new, clean, air.

I admit, I felt Pride in that moment for helping to bring a sinful friend back to the flock.
And to make sure she remained pure, I married her on the spot. Salacious behaviour is nothing more than love shown to your married and most faithful partner when you are married after all. With our union she could be as carnal and vulgar as she wanted. As long as it was with me and me alone. Just like how it was supposed to be.

Our rings were of simple steel. A pair that the priest of the church must have used at one point to help couples practise the wedding to be. Using the holiest of magic I enchanted her ring with two blessings. One that would keep it on her person at all times, and another so that I would always know where she was. That way I could protect and guide her forever more. Quite the romantic idea I feel to be able to care for a loved one so closely.

Penance. Baptism. Marriage. It had already been quite the night but as the sun broke over the horizon I knew it was worth it. And then, in that wonderful morning light. We consummated our marriage. Oh, my Lord I must praise your vision and craftsmanship in creating beings such as us.

While I had never been intimate with a human, I knew that they were greasy and odorous beings that smelled of metals and onions, of things very much like the Earth they were born for. The flesh and body of us Angels however, is quite different. It is… Delightful. Keenie felt as pure as her newly remade soul. She had me seeing the lights of Heaven dance before my eyes as we both cried such sweet tears of emotion over each other. Mm, to finally feel the pleasures of the flesh with one I had been craving since I was a child was overwhelming. I do wish our consummation was done in a better place than a dusty basement. I had always pictured a place with candles and chocolate and a bed so soft that it was like the clouds of Heaven. But Keenie was… Even softer than that. More than good enough. She was all that I indeed for my first taste of that stinging pleasure.

Such things were far more emotional than even I had expected. But surely those feelings I felt, and those feelings I still feel even now, they are what true love is made from. Yes, I’m sure.

We shed many more tears together that morning. And I feel no shame in that. Such sexual acts are intense and my sensative soul could not help but weep in joy. To bring her comfort during her deflowering, and to have her comfort me afterwards too. What a beautiful experience it all was.

I thank you again my Lord. For the guidance you have shown me, for the patience you have for me and Keenie alike. I would ask you to forgive all the sins I had to do to save Keenie’s soul but I know that you can’t actually hear me. A confessional with nobody on the other side is just a box after all. Even so. And I will continue to pray for both of our immortal selves. With luck or hope, when Cletus comes back this evening he will have good news about us returning to you in Heaven.

Amen.

Collin wiped the tear from his cheek before stepping out of the confession booth. He took a big breath of air and let all the tension from his body fade as he exhaled. Collin simply felt wonderful in that moment. Free from guilt and shame and doubt, he now only carried complete confidence in himself and his actions.

“What wonderful rituals the humans have invented. Such delightful ways to wash one’s mind.”
He thought to himself. With a fluttering of his wings he headed through the hole in the ceiling to the living space above the church.

Later that evening.

Cletus returned to the church to find one of the pews missing. The hole in the roof had been loosely repaired using some wood so that the edges were smooth and it now had a much more purposeful square shape. Flying up and through it, he found Keenie curled up on the sofa with her wings wrapped around her body cutely. Collin sat nearby with a screwdriver as he slowly put together a new coffee table.

Cletus noticed Keenie had a new dress too. It had the same colours as her old one but the design was a bit different. The front showed off a bit more of her chest. Just enough at least to show the cross necklace now hanging around her neck. He then noticed the ring around her finger.

“Screw.” Collin said.

Keenie’s tired eyes turned from the spot on the floor she was staring at to the pile of screws near her. She reached over and took one before gingerly handing it to Collin.

“Thank you.” Collin said politely.

“Seems like I missed quite a lot while I was gone.”
Cletus said as scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh! Welcome back Cletus.” Collin said as he snapped out his concentration.
“Keenie took a little bit of a… Stumble. But I helped her get back on her hooves. She’ll be right as rain after some more rest and a bit of TLC.” Collin said happily.

“Sounds good. The new table looks nice too. Good choice of wood.” Cletus replied.

“Thank you.” Collin replied shyly.

“Nice clothes as well, they look good on you.”
Cletus said to Keenie.

She rolled her eyes over to Cletus, and then glanced quickly at Collin.
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned them down to the floor.

“They were a gift from Collin. He always has such good ideas.”
Keenie replied with clear fatigue in her voice.

“He does keep this place together.” Cletus nodded.

“Thanks. Come on Keenie, let’s start getting dinner ready.”
Collin said as he fluttered up into the air. Keenie sat up as well but Cletus raised a hand.

“Let me go get some take out. Least I can do when all I’ve got is bad news.”
Cletus offered.

“Very kind of you. I shall clean up instead.”
Collin replied as he headed to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Cletus fluttered over to the hole but paused for a moment.
“Oh and, congratulations? I always knew you two had a thing for each other.”

“Oh you caught us! I was still thinking about how to announce it.” Collin said with a blush.

“The rings speak loud enough. I’ve got quite the eye.” Cletus said before dashing downstairs.

Keenie watched him leave through the hole. She then flinched as Collin suddenly appeared behind her. He wrapped his hands around her body and sniffed the back of her hair before nuzzling his head against hers.

“Let’s keep the other little surprise until it’s noticeable, okay?”
Collin whispered to her as he rubbed her stomach gently.

“Yes Collin, of course. You know best…”
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