God might but Angels don't

"Oh, oh, oh! I know!" A voice beside me spoke, my thoughts not even able to be formed before Flonne of all people raised her hand with a gleeful smile. Etna blinked in confusion but nodded, "Alright Flonne...what's your idea?" As if she were waiting for the moment Flonne stood up with a flourish, her hands held high above her head as she spoke with a brilliant smile, "Laharla should learn the powers of Love!" I pinched the bridge of my nose as both Etna and Laharl...well Laharla now, groaned and hid their face in their palms. That was until Laharl jumped up with fire in her eyes, "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"

I pointed at Larharl, "You calm down, she's not done yet...Laharla." Laharl grumbled but backed down, her hair antennae twitching with irritation at being put in her place. Turning to Etna I shrugged which caused Etna to look at Flonne, "So...what do you mean the power of love?" Flonne blushed and toyed with the hem of her dress, a small smile on her mouth, "Well you know...holding hands, hugging, kissing..." Etna raised and eyebrow, pointing her gavel at Flonne, "That's not much of a punish-" "And cuddling," Flonne said with a swoon, her hands on her cheeks as she interrupted Etna, "Oh, and fuc-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" I shouted as I clapped a hand over Flonne's mouth, "I didn't think an Angel, even a fallen one would use that language." Removing my hand Flonne smiled, "I've been in the Netherworld long enough that you gotta act tough!" To prove her toughness she struck a pose...something I found more adorable than anything else. However, my appreciation was stopped by two things. One being the gavel which was thrown between Flonne and I, the wooden hammer implanting itself on the row of benches behind us from the sheer ****. The other was a sudden thump, the heavy sound of a body hitting the floor bringing our eyes to the 'court room' scene.

Etna for her part was standing on her table, her hand extended towards us as a mega ton flare of rage burnt behind her eyes, "No way am I gonna let that prissy fucking ex-overlord near my man!" Speaking of Laharl she was now on the ground, in a dead faint, and most likely realizing exactly what Flonne had in store for her. Turning to Flonne she only gave me a charming smile...that crafty little angel...