<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">Grace sat in the pub. She was sitting on a stool leaning back against the wall. The pub was dark and repressing, but her figure stood out, just like the angel she is. She had a few people surrounding her, listening to her soft voice as she spoke of the glories of heaven. <b>"The popular ideas is that Heaven is just people floating on clouds and harps and singing.."</b> She laughed lightly at a joke that someone made. It was a high, light and gentle laugh. <b>"We wont you to enjoy yourselves, is that not heaven? The phrase I keep hearing is 'One Man's Heaven is Another Man's Hell', while this can be true we will let you have what you want, as long as it does not infringe on other people."</b> She sipped at a glass of water by her side, the 'glass' seemed to be made of pure crystal with a slightly blue tint. <b>"Every year the castle grows to accommodate all the people like you, that join us. With all this more room, you will have more freedom, people that enjoy, what you enjoy have their own areas to be in, and are far from the those that view different."</b> She looked up at her crowd through her lashes. <b>"Is that not <i>Heaven</i>?"</b></span>