"Send that thing outside would you? I can't say anything with honesty with that thing around. Imagine how Jin feels? Anything he says that thing will report back to heaven about. Think about his whole reason for having you here. I don't think he's so much mad at you as he is frustrated by the whole situation."

She looked down, Diah looking up at her with worried eyes. "He won't say anything if I ask him not to...right?"
He frowned, then sighed. "No, as much as I wish I could. My job is to protect and serve you, so unless it directly puts you in danger, I'm under no obligation to the higher ups and therefore not bound to report it. So if you tell me not to, I can't."
"There, see?" Carol smiled. "And he's an angel, so he can't lie." She pulled him out her pocket and set him on the bed. "And, honestly, having him around makes me feel better...like I haven't completely turned my back on my religion."

Darla poked her head in, "false alarm, more or less. The intruder is a guest. Master asks for you to remain here for now, he'll come himself soon." With that she left.

"Carol, why do you care if he's angry? I thought you hated him anyway." Sue asked as she fell back on the bed.

She shrugged. "I don't know...he seemed so happy to see me before, now he acts like I could go die in a hole for all he cares. It's annoying. Heaven forbid if I'm bothered by his moods." She fidgeted and added, "And...just maybe...I don't hate as much anymore."

"You probably just did or said something that got to him. He can be pretty touchy about things. There's a rumor that when the Judge took him in, he asked, practically begged not to go to heaven. The judge, being impartial, didn't listen, but the fact that he wanted to be damned was just enough to tip the scale for him. It's a rumor of course, but it's interesting, and it would explain a lot."

"I didn't do or say anything that I don't normally do or say...Could it be the angel guy?" She thought about this for a moment, then changed subjects "Why wouldn't he want to go to heaven?" She asked in confusion. "Is it because of his sister...?"

"His sister forced her way into hell, she claimed she couldn't love or respect a god that would leave her crippled both in life and in death. She had so looked forward to a perfect body... Maybe Jin wanted to follow her, or maybe he has other reasons, who knows? It might not even be true. Whats this about an angel?"

"Hm...? Just some angel we met at the graveyard. He came to give me Diah...His name's Jeremy." She smiled. "Such a charming fellow. Good-looking, too. He was very nice. Jin obviously didn't like him, though."

"All angels act like that. They aren't so pleasant though. You might have said something to make him jealous? Who knows."

Kin pushed the door open. "Who's jealous?"

"No one, we were just chatting."

"Tomorrow we'll be picking up one of your feathered friends, Carol. Get some rest. Sue, don't fill he r head with too many fantasies. Goodnight." He said as he turned to leave.

Quickly, before he could leave, she turned and grabbed his arm. "Jin, seriously...I'm sorry for whatever it is I did to annoy you so much." She looked up at him with curious eyes. "You mad at me?"

"I'm not annoyed..." He said, flinching slightly at her touch. Not because it was her touch, but because it was an angel's touch, but the painful shock he was expecting didn't come. He pulled her into a light hug as if to reassure her he wasn't angry. "Good night Carol." He said before turning to leave again.

She returned the hug. "Night." Once he was gone, she moved to sit on the bed, Diah climbing into her lap and looking up at her, his worry returning. "Guess he's not mad at me anymore," she said with a small smile.

"So what's with the hamster anyway?" Sue asked with disgust.

"He's not a hamster!" She snapped, getting annoyed. "He's my little guardian fella. And he's adorable!" She stroked his head, frowning slighly. "No one has any problem with me, and I'm an angel. Why is everyone so mean to him?"

"You're different. You are neither a product of heaven or hell. You belong to a heaven you've never seen and a hell that cannot afford to lose you. That little thing... has no benefit to us."

"He keeps me happy. I'd say that's beneficial."
While the conversation was going on, Diah was crawling up her chest to her shoulder, where he was now curled up in her hair.
"You know, you're much nicer to me than Jin's other...staff," she said with a nervous laugh.

"I have my own free will, they do not. They are not happy to serve him because he pays them little attention. They dress how they think they must to attract his attention. Hell doesn't insist on modesty, a lot of women don't dress at all. Skimpy attire is considered sexy and beautiful. I try to make Jin happy, but I doubt he's terribly interested in me."

"Why would they want it? Anyway, Jin doesn't seem to be all that interested in anyone except Jin. Well, and Annet, but I suppose that's different." Glancing at Sue, she asked, "So I understand the lack of clothing...but what's going on with the decades-old hairstyles?"

"Many wear the styles they wore when they were alive. There is no real set fashion here as there is on Earth." Sue said with a shrug. "Darla died in the fifties, and she has ye to change the style of her hair or clothes other than to make them more appealing to Jin, or so she hopes. He's a very powerful man... they're like pets begging for table scraps.

"That's really pathetic," she muttered. "I don't care how powerful anyone is, why would you degrade yourself like that?" She pulled her feet up to slide off her shoes and laid down. "Guess I'm sleeping in my clothes again."

"There are clothes int eh closet for you, at least take a look. You're in hell Carol, degrading goes by a different definition here. If Jin were to tell them to back off and put some clothes on, he would come across as being kind and weak. Rather than mistreat us to seem strong or be kind and seem weak, he ignores us, and give the impression of being too important to deal with people of such low levels. He gets what he wants without hurting anyone. It's decisions like that that have gotten him to where he is. He's truly brilliant. I'm jealous though, you've probably seen the closest thing to his actual personality out of all of us. He relaxes more around you because he doesn't have to be anything to you."

"I've seen his soul," she giggled, finding it funny that she was the object of anyone's jealous. "But I assure you, you guys aren't missing out on much." She got to her feet and crossed the room, opening the closet with hopes they were actual clothes and not the crap the girls wore. She managed to find a pair of silk black pajamas and she ducked in, changing in the closet before emerging once more.

"I don't think you understood what you saw." she scoffed. "He has to be amazing, for what he's done, and what he hopes to do."

"He's a far cry from amazing," she grumbled, dropping back down on the bed. "I suppose he's...very good at what he does, but I wouldn't call him amazing."

"What do you have against him?" Sue asked, growing angry.