"Ramiel... Ramiel! You... Why are you sitting there??" The voice coming in called out and asked looking wide-eyed at the sight of Ramiel sitting on the magnificent throne. The throne exuded opulence and grandeur as it sparkled from pure diamond. It was shaped like the sun and one could say it even gave the feeling of it.
"What do you mean? I am currently in charge of you all, can I not sit here?" He asked calmly, displaying a smirk on his otherwise godly face.
"But...but that throne is for the supreme. Only he gets to sit on that. It's rude to sit on it in his absence..." The voice muttered quietly from a little discomfort and fear. It was a gentle voice of a female.
"Ooh, and you think it's right to tell me what and what not to do..." Ramiel asked, the corners of his mouth tilting into a provoking sneer.
"No...no I don't dare to do that... I was just..."
"What do want Freya?..." Ramiel cut her off before she could continue her sentence.