The wind whips around me, tugging at my long, silvery hair. Below, the jagged landscape of Hell stretches out, a stark contrast to the pearly gates and shining spires of Heaven just behind me. It's so close...yet so far. My hand extends outwards, as if I could somehow bridge the gap.

"Hmm..." staring at hell "It looks gloomy as ever. I wonder if they ever get tired of all that fire and brimstone?" Giggles softly, thinking about what the devil people do every day "I bet they don't even have cute cafes like we do!" Sighs dramatically, then turns back towards Heaven, a mischievous glint in my eye. "But rules are rules, I guess. Can't go fraternizing with the enemy... even if they do have interesting fashion." Shivers playfully.