June 10th, 2020

Rena Ryugu, seventh Seraphim of Heaven, shuffled her ethereal glowing paperwork into a neat pile. She then drew herself up, flaring her third set of wings majestically, increasing the light in the room as the white flames that danced off of her shimmering feathers brightened and flared, clasping the other two sets politely over her feet and arching behind her head. When she spoke, her voice was the fire and glory of the first sunrise, the love of a thousand summers, and the light of a million stars. Her smile was a benediction that caused a carpet of flowers to spontaneously burst out over the marble floor, a pearly white surface that caught the glow of her reflected radiance and threw it back, until the whole room was bursting with light.

"No, we are not taking applications at this time."

"Oh come on!" the demon in the chair cried, flailing his arms petulantly. Rena wasn't sure who he was trying to fool: a fedora and some cheap aviators on his nose was not going to disguise the fact that he was a demon of the Pit, not with the reek of brimstone trailing after him and the tail he had lashing out for all to see as he crouched in her applicant's chair. "Didn't you read my resume?"

"I did." Rena acknowledged, giving credit where credit was due. "It was quite nice."

"Then why not?"

Rena considered her next words carefully as her third set of wings flexed a little, bathing the room in shifting radiance as they shrank and pushed outwards thoughtfully. She was, after all, a being of virtue, charity, and love, and she would display all these traits even towards her inherent celestial enemies.

"While your references are excellent, this is the bureaucracy of Heaven." she told the brunet demon gently. "And as a demon, your own values are inherently contradictory to the position you are applying for."

"Wh-what?"

Rena winced. Her three sets of wings copied her discomfit, the flames dancing along them flickering and shifting as her white feathers ruffled guiltily.

"Its not your species, I assure you." she told him as soothingly as she could, and considering she was a Seraphim, it was a minor miracle the demon wasn't sizzled by the amount of positive energy coming off of her. "We would be pleased to accept a demon amongst the Heavenly ranks, once they have enacted a certain amount of redemption through Purgatory. I can recommend an internship program on one of the terraces-"

"How did you know I was a demon?!" the brunet cried in shock.

Rena paused with a blink. And then she blinked again.

"Pardon?"

"My disguise was flawless!" he continued frantically, grabbing handfuls of his hair.

Rena eyed his tail, the obvious black eyes behind his violet aviators, the way his fedora sat awkwardly on his head due to the horns beneath, and decided not to say anything. Pointing out someone's complete and utter failures was not very angelic of her, after all.

She spread her wings and walked through the desk, giving the demon a gentle pat on his shoulder as he continued to splutter over the ruination of his so-called disguise.

"There, there. You did wonderfully." she crooned. "If you really do want this job, you can apply at the next vacancy. Here, take this card. You can call the angels on Mount Purgatory and begin your internship right away if you'd like."

Sniffling, the demon accepted the radiantly glowing business card and allowed her to shoo him through the portal.

Rena walked back through the solid material of her desk and sat down again, putting Keiichi Maebara's application in the "To Consider" file for the next millennium's job opening. She continued to work, neatly filing things and scrawling out her name in ethereal light on the appropriate forms, before the portal at the other end of the room flared to announce her next appointment.

Rena looked up, and her stare flattened as she saw the next applicant, who was even more clearly a demon than the first. This demon hadn't even bothered to hide her horns, or her pitch-black eyes, or her lashing tail, or even the military uniform that seethed with wicked, eldritch shadows.

"Mi-chan, what are you doing?"

"I know no Mi-chan!" Mion Sonozaki cried dramatically, adjusting her glasses with a large false nose and mustache attached. "I am Monozaki Zion, come for the Heavenly job offer."

"Mi-chan, if you wanted to visit your sister, she's in Judicial Smiting."

"Monozaki Zion has no sister, but thanks you for the offer!"

Mion strode forward confidently and crouched in the same chair Keiichi had just vacated.

"So, we were talking payment?"

"OUT!" Rena cried with all the thunderous roar of Heaven's trumpets.

12.51 PM, USA Central Time