About a hundred days ago (In the divine realm).
The clouds of Arietta's divine domain were unnaturally soft—like heated marshmallow fluffs soaked in lavender dreams.
They hummed with faint divine essence, drifting lazily across the sky of the ever-shifting realm.
One particular cloud was home to a quiet moment.
Raven lay with his head resting in Arietta's lap, his hands folded over his stomach, his expression peaceful.
Her fingers gently combed through his hair, her nails occasionally tracing little circles into his scalp like she was drawing wards of affection.
"This… is criminally comfortable," Raven mumbled. "If this is what heaven feels like, I might not go back."
"You are in heaven," Arietta replied, voice soft—but a wicked glint danced in her golden eyes. "But don't get too comfortable. I might chain you here forever."
He opened one eye and looked up at her. "Would you really?"
She leaned closer, lips brushing the edge of his ear. "Try me."
