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December had draped Heaven in a shimmering, crystalline veil. Soft snowflakes spiraled past towering golden spires, landing gently upon the frost-dusted grass of the celestial park. In the distance, angels twirled to the echo of ethereal music, their laughter weaving through the biting chill. Leroy hugged himself, shivering visibly. "It's starting to be a lil cold," he murmured. Galim let out a sharp snort. "Of course it is, Leroy. That is the nature of winter." Joel chimed in with a smirk, "It's literally snowing, duh." Azrael hummed, a mischievous glint in his yellow eyes as he leaned back. Leliel began a sharp retort, but was drowned out by a booming, radiant laugh. "Now, now! No fighting among brothers," God announced, spreading his arms wide to encompass them all. Michael beamed, his…