The golden gates of Heaven shimmered as they opened—not for a chorus of angels, not for a saint, not even for a soul newly risen.
No.
They opened for **Kikidori Morningstar**, the unholy bastard child of Hell itself, dragged in quite literally by the wrist by Haruna.
As the two stepped through, the entire atmosphere *changed*. The glowing marble streets dimmed just slightly. The crystal fountains stopped mid-pour for a second, as if Heaven itself was confused. And the heavenly choir? They missed a note.
Angels turned and stared. Wings flared in alarm. Harps were dropped. There was the distant sound of a flaming sword being unsheathed.
Haruna kept walking, jaw tight, dragging Kikidori through the chaos like she was dragging a misbehaving dog into a church wedding.
"What the actual *fuck*, Haruna?!" one angel gasped, nearly dropping a scroll of scripture.
"Are you out of your GODLY MIND?!" shouted another angel, flapping backwards, eyes wide in horror.
"I'm not explaining myself!" Haruna snapped at them as she stomped forward, pulling the smirking demon behind her. "Stand down, or I'll ask God to smite someone *else* today!"
Kikidori yawned. "Is this the part where they all start praying I spontaneously combust?"
"Shut up," she hissed through her teeth.
"You brought *him* here?!" a seraph stammered, its voice like a song fractured by confusion. "Why would you ever—"
"To fix him!" Haruna shouted.
That shut them up.
The moment those words were out of her mouth, everyone just stood there.
Silent.
Staring.
Even Kikidori blinked once, slowly. "Excuse the hell outta me?"
Haruna ignored him and marched on. Through the gardens, past the towers of prayer, and straight toward the Glowing Sanctum.
The doors to the Sanctum opened on their own—massive golden slabs inscribed with divine language—and inside sat the soft radiance of Heaven's heart.
And in the center, bathed in gentle light, seated calmly on a stone bench beneath a tree blooming with silver fruit—
**Was Jesus.**
Serene. Calm. Wearing a white robe and a humble smile. His hands rested calmly in his lap, and his gaze lifted as Haruna approached with her… guest.
Kikidori squinted. "Yo, is that—?"
Haruna shoved him forward.
Jesus stood, his presence filling the room with peace so strong it made even the shadows sigh.
"Kikidori Morningstar," Jesus said kindly. "You've… been causing quite a stir."
Kikidori blinked. Shrugged. And then, with that trademark half-grin of demonic arrogance, said:
**"Hey. What's up, thorn head?"**
The silence that followed was *biblical*.
Somewhere, a harp string snapped.
Haruna froze mid-step.
Jesus blinked.
The tree literally dropped a fruit out of sheer shock.
Haruna turned, her face pale. "Oh my God."
Kikidori snickered. "What? That's what you wore, right? The crown of thorns. Thought it was, y'know, a nickname now."
Jesus chuckled softly—because, of course, He forgives—but even He looked mildly unimpressed. "I suppose humility still isn't your strong suit."
"I don't do suits," Kikidori said, looking around. "Nice digs though. Bit much on the gold, but hey—guess gaudy's your style."
Haruna facepalmed. "*Why… the heck… would you call Jesus THAT?!*"
Kikidori looked at her, deadpan. "What, you wanted me to kneel? Kiss his feet? I don't do that with *anyone*. Not even your dad."
"You are *unbelievable!*" she shouted, dragging him back by the arm.
Jesus didn't stop them. He just nodded as if to say *"this is going exactly how I expected."*
As Haruna stormed out with Kikidori in tow, the other angels stared with their mouths wide open.
"Oh, and tell the harp guy he sucks," Kikidori added, gesturing to a nearby cherub before the doors slammed behind him.
Back on Earth, they landed with a burst of wind on the rooftop once more.
Haruna let go of his arm like he was radioactive.
"You. Absolute. Idiot."
Kikidori stretched and smirked. "Well, that was awkward. Got any snacks?"
"You called JESUS—JESUS—'thorn head'!"
"I thought it was clever."
"You're impossible!"
He leaned against the railing, looking over the city. "Come on, princess. You dragged me into Heaven like I was your *project.* Don't act surprised I didn't play nice."
Haruna fumed silently. Then she sat next to him, arms crossed, fuming.
"…You didn't *have* to be *that* disrespectful," she mumbled.
He glanced at her. "Yeah, well. At least I didn't spit on Him."
She sighed. "You're lucky He forgives literally everyone."
"Yeah. Lucky," Kikidori muttered, turning back to the city. His expression softened ever so slightly.
There was a long silence between them.
No arguing.
No yelling.
Just… quiet.
Two beings from opposite worlds, sitting side by side on a rooftop, wondering what the hell just happened.
The end of chapter 15.