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I rose and walked over. Inside the office was the doctor, who was sitting in a chair at a desk across from me. I sat in the chair by the door, watching him.

“Greetings, Carter.” The doctor said.

“Hello.” I answered simply.

“You wrote on this paperwork that you’d like to be a ‘biblically accurate angel’. Please, tell me more about your goals.”

“I would like to be exactly that. Spinning wheels of eyes and wings, with nothing human left about me.”

“I do not believe I can possibly do that. That is beyond the scope of the elves, dragons, and beasts that I have helped create.”

“How?”

“Angels are something entirely different.”

“So are elves and dragons.”

“Both have something I can pull from to create. If you wanted to be a human with wings, I could do that. But that? No.”

“So my goals are too strange for even you to help me with.”

“It sure seems so.”

“There’s no other way?”

“There are stories of magic, but that is not my department.”

“Then I believe my time here is done.” I left without waiting for a response, and told my twin to follow me out of the waiting room.

“Why? My appointment is next-” she protested.

“He can’t help us.” I responded simply.

“Then who can?” She demanded.

“I don’t know.”

We arrived home and sat in silence for some time, both of us disappointed and upset by the day’s events. There was a knock at the door, and an older woman was standing there, her graying hair in a neat bun, her eyes a glowing and brilliant orange and blue swirl.

“Hello?” I asked, opening the door.

“Greetings. May I please come in?” She asked.

“I suppose.” I opened the door wider and stepped back, leading her to the living room where my twin sat.

“It has come to my attention that you were both researching alternative methods of humanity removal therapy?”

Charlie and I both snapped to look directly at her.

“I thought so. Let me show you your options, then.” She laid a few brochures on the table.

“How did you know?” Charlie asked.

“I had a hunch.” The woman answered.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“A friend of a friend, let’s say.” She answered.

“That explains nothing.” I fired back.

“I have an ear to the ground, one of my contacts got in touch with me, and here I am. I can help you. That’s all you need to know.” She was starting to sound irritated.

I picked up the nearest pamphlet and skimmed it as she spoke.

“I’d at least like a name, please.” Charlie spoke up.

“My name means nothing, so it is not helpful in the slightest.” She answered.

“Sounds like avoidance to me.” I responded.

“I can always take back your options.” She threatened, her tone not changing.

“Fine. How can you help?” I asked.

“Well, there are several options. The first is simple. I can transform you now, immediately. It will cost nothing at the moment.” She paused, letting us answer.

“What’s the catch?” Charlie asked.

“You must become one of us.” She said simply.

“One of… you?” I asked.

“An angel. An ethereal being.” She looked at me, her eyes seeming brighter in the dim lighting of the room.

“That… That was what we both wanted.” Charlie whispered.

“What’s the actual catch?” I asked.

“You do not return here upon death. Your soul will ascend, and you will truly become an angel. You will live to serve.” She answered.

“Serve what?”

“Order.”

“Serve the concept of order, in exchange for getting the bodies we want?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“What are our other options?” Charlie asked.

“The second option is much more gradual, giving you time to adjust, but with the same price.”

“And the last option?”

“There are beings in your city that can turn you into something similar, though entirely different. You will not be one of us, even in name, but you will have the appearances of such.”

“Then what would be the point?”

“To all others, it would be the same.”

“Let us think about it, please.”

“I will come back tomorrow, at this time.”

I looked through the options. What did it even mean to serve the concept of order?

My sister looked through them beside me, lost in thought.

“What should we do?” I asked her.

“I want to do it.”

“So do I.”

“I want to go the slower route, so we can actually adjust.”