Mabel decided to march themselves right up to the podium where Saint Peter (Karen in drag) stood.
“Hiya!” Mabel screeched.
“State your name and I shall see if you are in the great book!” Saint Peter Karen boomed.
And like all typical Karen types, she muttered loud enough for Mabel to hear, “You don’t LOOK like you belong here.”
Mabel, a rather feisty daemon with flames for eyes squinted and pulled a feather from Saint Peter Karen’s wing. They used the pointed end to pick out bits of something from between their sharp teeth.
“OUCH!” Saint Peter Karen screamed. “Why, YOU NO GODLY…. WHAT?!”
Becky was pulling at her robes and pointed to Karen’s face. “Your beard slipped. The gig is up.”
Mabel’s eyes turned a cool yellow, “Really. You don’t think I belong here? What’s with the get-up Angel Pants. Since when do angels do drag? Humans are so much better at it.”
By this time, the rest of the daemons had lumbered over to watch the shenanigans unfold.(1) Karen tossed the beard off, straightened her halo, and puffed herself up with as much privilege as she could muster.
“I am an Angel. You are a low-life, human hugging rogue daemon spawn of lowercase h-e-l-l. You don’t belong anywhere near these Holiest and Pearliest of gates.” She sneered, “Go away!”
“Check the book.” Mabel countered with flashing orange eyes.
“I am NOT ‘checking the book’!” Karen dripped with sarcasm. “You aren’t in…”
Becky tugged on her sleeve and pointed to the book. They could hardly believe their angelic eyes. Mabel’s name along with Rachel’s and all the other daemons standing before them was written in Saint Peter’s famous flourish filled scrawl.
Karen spluttered. Becky stared with her mouth open. Once your name appears within the Great Book, the pearly gates open. Karen and Becky could hear the bolts and gears moving into position. Then, slow like molasses pouring, the Pearly Gates creaked open. And, those ten or so daemons led by Mabel and Rachel sashayed themselves right on through.(2)