With the sound of celebration raising from the streets of the burrows, Blush found himself sighing softly as he stared out of the windows of the Heavenly Embassy.
Ever since he had assisted Primrose with the ambrosia harvest, the church had started to send him for all of their cherubun related concerns. Which of course included various scolding from Primrose about how certain succubuns acted in the embassy.
Blush would have preferred to party down below, to run around with his l...
