It was a late morning in the first legion's headquarter, the fresh and pure air of heaven was filling the non existent lungs of every angel and blessed spirit who was granted the luxury if eternal happiness.
Then a sound echoed in the air a loud and powerful SMACK followed by a yell and a cry, then again and again that sound kept filling the air around the commander's office, and for those daring enough to peek trough the window a not unusual show was offered.
Bent over Rose's lap a cherubim was getting her backside severely punished for dressing up as cupid and playing with arrows outside the training range, something thay happened almost every time during February.

And fornFebruary our contributor Juhuca wanted to celebrate Valentine's day with an appropriate setting and story.

Art by: Juhuca

Rose belongs to me: The midnight racer Fanny the paddle

The small cherubim belongs to: random character generator3 because I couldn't come up with a design.

Stay tuned for march!