The booming sound of rhythmic gongs pulsed the air, and the crowd fell suitably silent. This was followed by a single voice singing in the darkness surrounding them. It was a pure voice - high and like a bell - and with it came a fine mist that wound its way through the enormous room. In the half-light now you could see the heavenly bodies forming and re-forming themselves in the particles of that curling mist - these were the angelic beings who had come to join them.
The air became damp with their presence, after which the single voice was absorbed by a many. The lighting slowly and softly returned and in the high domed canopy above them they could see angels in their hundreds now lining the roof, looking down upon them.
"Why don't they sit with us?" Goober asked naively.
"It would be too much to bear for them," answered Puck quietly - "hard enough as it is for them to be here at all."
Across the faces beyond, Puck recognized Yang sitting in the stalls east of the thrones. There were some empty seats around him and his presence was somewhat conspicuous - with his bare feet resting on the row in front, this casual charmer was a real standout amongst the celestial splendour.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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