An angel walks into a bar owned by witch- no it isn't a start to a joke but it is a start to a story. Red Moscato, a powerful local witch, however secret, finds her bar visited by an outer-planer deity of light itself, Angel Food Cake. Although they initially find themselves puzzled by the other and their mannerisms, they find that the other has been what they've needed all along. Eh? Do people really mind that there's an almighty celestial in town?

Dathdoom here! I love imagining stories going on in my head and sometimes writing them out with my best friend. But I have a desire to draw them out, so, I’m getting into the habit of drawing them more often, so my stories can be out there in the world! I’m doin my best! Thx 4 reading!