Sandra

## **Basic Information**

**Full Name:** Sandra

**Nickname:** Dreamer

**Birthday:** May 29th 619

**Species:** Kodin (Canine)

**Purity:** 53%

**Gender:** Female she/her

**Height:** 5’ 3”

**Sexuality:** N/A

**Languages Spoken:** All

## **Personality**

**Likes:** Coffee, caffeine, dancing, sleeping

**Dislikes:** stress, outdoors, bugs, Humans

**Fears/Phobias:** Change

Sandra is an extremely hard worker with a very strong work ethic. She’s the kind of person who constantly complains about needing a vacation, but then complains there’s nothing to do when she finally gets one. She has a strong will, and won’t take anyone’s bullshit. She won’t sugarcoat anything either, which makes her seem rude or arrogant at times. Some people find her pretty intimidating because of her deadpan voice and lack of empathy.

Because of her job, Sandra is always extremely stressed out. Things have to be on a schedule. Things have to be organized. If things aren’t running smoothly, Sandra feels it’s her duty to fix it. Some would call her compulsive, but she really can’t help it. If she’s going to be forced into Godhood, she may as well take it seriously. People hold Gods to the highest standards there are, so anything less than perfect is unacceptable.

Every now and then, Sandra will go behind Oasis back to do things for the “greater good” of The Afterlife. Oftentimes these are things that Oasis wouldn’t approve of, but help out overall. Sandra will conveniently forget to mention these things in the hopes she won’t be found out. Still, anything that can make her job easier is something worth doing in her eyes, regardless of how “moral” it may or may not be.

## **Abilities**

**Strengths:** Willpower

**Weaknesses:** Stress

**Weapons/Tools:** Bowie knife

Sandra can best be described as a “Magical sponge”. She absorbs an insane amount of both red and Blue Magic, which then exhibits itself as Green Magic. Sandra has far more Magic at her disposal than Oasis or DC, considering she draws her Magic from both of them, but her Magic is far weaker. If Sandra were to ever get near an enchanted item, her body would likely absorb its power (Relics excluded).

Seeing as her Magic is weaker than the other two Gods, Sandra mostly uses her powers in a more practical way. Teleporting or manipulating objects is common. That being said, because of the sheer amount of Magic she has at her disposal, it’s not uncommon for her to show these abilities off just to put Mortals in their place. Flashes of green lightning or giving her eyes an eerie glow are common intimidation tactics.

## **Health**

**Addictions:** Caffeine

**Mental Illnesses:** Mild OCD

**Physical Illnesses:** None

**Disabilities:** None

**Allergies:** None

## **Backstory**

Sandra grew up in a remote part of Havenlyn near Esavale. Her family wasn’t rich by any means, but they had a successful business that kept them afloat. From a very young age, Sandra was tasked with helping the family business. At first it was simple tasks like feeding livestock, but as she got older her responsibilities grew. After a while, she had to take over most of the hard labor with her siblings while her parents ran the business side of the ranch.

Her family's ranch was largely centered around breeding pedigree livestock. High purity animals; ones that took less resources to raise. They’d make money selling these animals and the products they produced to the upper class. People who didn’t want to eat or wear the same low purity “trash” as the rest of Mirror Domain. It was a risky idea, but her parents pulled it off well, and their business flourished. Her, her parents, and her 6 younger siblings all did their part to ensure that.

While she did have a large family, they were never all that close. Sandra always looked at her younger siblings as co-workers rather than family. They all had work to do, and since she was the oldest she had to be in charge of them all. Kids like to shirk their work; Sandra had to ensure they weren’t goofing off. She also had to make sure no one got attacked by a stray Demon or injured by any of their equipment. Yes, it was hard work, but Sandra was more than able to rise to the occasion.

Her siblings tended to get in the way of things more often than not. At least, the younger ones did. Sandra often found herself having to trick them into working. At first she tried turning their work into a game, but she found that the children wouldn’t take it seriously. So, she began to get crass with them. She’d greatly exaggerate the consequences of their actions, or spin tales of Demons that’d attack people who didn’t get their work done. She’d yell at them if she had to. It didn’t matter what she told them, as long as it got them to get their work done.

As time went on and her parents got older, it became more and more clear that they expected Sandra to take over the ranch full time. She had no problem with this, seeing as this was the only life she knew, but the thought of her parents one day not being there to run things worried her. It’s not that she wasn’t capable of taking care of things on her own, but the thought of her life changing so drastically was frightening. Still, that seemed to be a problem for the future. There was no need to get all worked up about it; She could deal with that problem when it came up. Life was good. Sandra had her routine, and everything seemed to be running smoothly. That is, until The Great Fall.

In the year 642, when Sandra was 23, The Great Fall hit Mirror Domain. A massive economic depression that seemingly affected everyone worldwide. Havenlyn, Sandra’s home, was one of the countries that was hit the hardest. Businesses were closing, people were losing their homes, children were going hungry. It was awful. Sandra’s family was hit especially hard, seeing as the things they produced were considered luxury goods and not a necessity.

As The Great Fall continued on, her family had to make more and more sacrifices. Many of their high purity livestock had to be sold off, seeing as breeding them was no longer viable. They had less and less to live off of, and eventually they halted the business altogether to focus on their own survival.

Once the business stopped, Sandra’s siblings began to move out. Not all of them, but 4 of the 6 left in hopes of finding a new place to work or a better place to live. They didn’t necessarily like the ranch, or Sandra, so they saw no reason to stick around. Those who stayed had to take over the other’s duties. It was hard work as it was, but now it was even harder. There was too much work and not enough people. At this rate, the family would lose the ranch entirely unless they did something else.

So, the remaining siblings set off to find other jobs in town. Yes, it made the upkeep of the ranch even more difficult, but at least they had some money coming in. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was more than before. Sandra’s life had taken a drastic turn, and she was having trouble coping. Still, she put on a brave face and pushed on. If she gave up, her younger siblings would as well. Now wasn’t the time to lose hope, now was the time to work harder than ever before.

The constant stress was really getting to Sandra. She began taking on more work, staying up for long hours, overexerting herself. Her family could tell she wasn’t doing well, but there was nothing that could be done about it. They were all struggling in their own way. All they could do was worry about themselves and hope the others could fix things on their own.

Eventually, the stress became too much. The lack of sleep paired with the constant stream of work was taking its toll on Sandra’s body. Everyone has a breaking point, and she’d finally reached it. One night while on her way home from one of her various jobs, she collapsed. She’d been running on empty for too long, her body needed rest.

Hours later, Sandra was woken up by a stranger. He was a tall Kodin with black fur, much older than herself. Her hometown was fairly small and remote, and seeing other Kodin was a rare sight. Apparently he was passing through town, when he spotted Sandra out cold on the side of the path. Seeing someone unconscious like that is always alarming, so he wanted to make sure she was ok.

The two talked for a while. Sandra learned his name was DC, and he’d been traveling across Mirror Domain in hopes of furthering his agenda. What that meant exactly was unclear, but from what Sandra was able to gather he wanted to get into Havenlyn’s government. The plan seemed a bit far fetched, given that lower purities rarely get into positions of power like that, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

After a while they got into Sandra’s predicament. She was overworked and struggling to keep herself afloat. The Great Fall was killing her from the inside out. DC thought over her words for a moment, before offering to help her with her workload. His offer came completely out of the blue, and Sandra didn’t quite know how to react.

The pair talked a while longer, and eventually they came to an agreement. DC would help Sandra with some of her busywork, and Sandra would use the extra time he freed up to help him with his agenda. He was very new to Havenlyn, and he wanted someone to help him learn the culture and customs of the place, in addition to running an errand here and there. Sandra agreed, and they soon began working together.

DC was quite the charming individual. He was a traveler, and he seemed to have endless tales of faraway places. He’d retell these stories as they worked, and listening to them made the workday go by a lot faster. For the first time in a long time, Sandra enjoyed her work. Or maybe, she enjoyed the fact that she had less work. Whatever the reason, she liked DC, and she was glad he’d offered a helping hand.

As well as things seemed to be going, Sandra couldn’t help but feel that DC was hiding something. Over the past few weeks he’d asked some strange things. Things that, on their own, were seemingly harmless. When put together, Sandra’s suspicion began to arise. Questions about Havenlyn’s mirror registry, water regulations, who the royal family did business with. Even more obscure things like the country's laws against Demon summoning and guard qualifications.

On their own, these questions were innocent. But when put together like this, something shady was in the works. DC often spoke of a mysterious “agenda”, and it was beginning to look like he was planning something much bigger than Sandra had first thought. Why did he need to be part of the mirror registry? Was he planning an assasination? Given the country's economy, people shouldn’t be thinking about buying such luxurious items!

On top of all that, DC slowly began to present Sandra with questionable gifts. It seemed he knew she saw through his act, and he was desperately trying to get her back in his grasp. One of these gifts was a blue amulet, made of some kind of translucent blue rock. It was pretty, but Sandra had no use for it. The gifts didn’t work. DC had no legitimate means of getting any of these items. He was a poor traveler with delusions of grandeur. All of this pointed to him stealing them from somewhere. As much as Sandra appreciated his help, this was too much. Their agreement was done. She had no business left with him.

Sandra confronted DC a few days later and let him know what was going on. Surprisingly, he took the news quite well, stating that he knew his actions seemed shady and that he didn’t blame Sandra for being uncomfortable. He wanted to end things on good terms, keep things civil. After all, reputation was everything. Sandra greatly appreciated this, and for a moment she thought about changing her mind, but things were already set in motion. DC extended his hand for them to shake on things; A final goodbye before he set off.

The second Sandra extended her hand as well, DC gripped it hard. He was incredibly strong for someone so old looking. She tried to pull away, but his grasp was too strong. Then, Sandra noticed something else. DC’s eyes began to glow bright red, followed by his hand, and then Sandra’s hand. A powerful wave of energy shot up her arm and radiated throughout her body. The last thing she saw before slipping unconscious was an evil smirk spreading across DC’s face, as he told her he’d see her in hell.

Over the next few days, Sandra could vaguely remember wandering the desert aimlessly. This memory was very foggy, and Sandra couldn’t make out a lot of the finer details. She was out in the desert, wandering, when something attacked her. Maybe it was a Demon, maybe it was some kind of animal. There was no way to tell. What she did know was that after she was attacked, she saw a bright flash of blue light. That's where the memory ended.

A second bright flash of light, green light this time, was what finally woke Sandra from her haze. All of her memories seemed to be trapped in a deep fog. The last clear thing she could remember was her chat with DC. They said their goodbyes, and then they shook on things. Everything after that was a blur.

Sandra could see an old woman kneeling beside her. She was a pure white Kodin, with a brilliant golden halo atop her head and elegant feathery wings at her back. She was radiating an energy that Sandra’d never felt before. Looking closely, she could almost see a blue aura surrounding her.

Slowly, Sandra stood up and took a look around. She was standing in a seemingly endless plane. The ground at her feet was made of an odd white mist, almost cloud like. In the distance she could see various plants, all with brilliant blue leaves, thickly lining vast pools of water. It was breathtaking, but where was she?

Sensing her confusion, the Kodin began to explain what was going on. Her name was Oasis, and she was the ruler of the Afterlife. Sandra had somehow died, and her body was under control by an unknown being. The Magic this being possessed was extremely powerful, and extremely dangerous. If Oasis hadn’t freed her from it’s grasp, she may have been forced to destroy her soul permanently. Luckily for Sandra, this wasn’t the case. Her soul was freed, and she could now start the Afterlife’s standard procedure.

Sandra, in order to be reincarnated, had to document her life for the Hall of Records. All of this new information was a bit overwhelming, but Oasis had a calming aura surrounding her which made Sandra confident that everything would be ok. Still, all this talk of reincarnation and death was a bit much. It hadn’t even fully sunk in that she’d died at this point. Almost as soon as she’d arrived in the Afterlife, she was whisked away to file paperwork.

As Sandra began to document her life, she found she was able to remember everything. Everything that’s ever happened to her, from her birth to her death, was crystal clear. There were things she could recall that she didn’t even know happened until that point! She also began to reflect on her actions, given that she now had the time to.

Sandra had a lot of regrets. Her biggest one was how she’d treated her siblings. Perhaps, if she’d treated them more like family and less like coworkers, they would have stuck around. She could remember all the things she’d said to them over the years. All the manipulative things she’d done in order to meet quota. She hadn’t been the best mentor, even if she did get things done. It’d driven them away. Still, there was nothing to do about it now. She was dead, and her siblings weren’t. Even if they were, what could she say to them? Any apology would be forced and empty. Right now, she had to get her paperwork in order. Then she’d be able to leave this life behind and become something new. Something with a better life, perhaps.

Once her paperwork was taken care of, Oasis led Sandra to the reincarnation pools. All Sandra had to do was step into one, and her soul would be sent back down to the living world. It was a bit difficult leaving everything behind, but what else could she do? Staying up here in her current form seemed like a waste of time. Sure, she regretted a lot of things, but staying in the Afterlife and wallowing in her own self pity seemed like a huge waste of time. It’d be better if she went back down. At least then her soul would be useful once more.

Sandra tried to step into one of the pools, but instead of being sucked down to the living world like the souls around her, she remained in place. It was almost as if these pools of water were made of solid ground. Some of the people around her were giving her odd looks and whispering amongst themselves. Even Oasis seemed concerned, which only made things worse. She knew something strange was going on, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.

That’s when Sandra noticed something else. There seemed to be a faint golden glow hanging over her head. Looking up, she could see a golden halo floating over her head, much like Oasis’. They seemed to be the only two that had them, which explained all the odd looks.

Over the next few days, Oasis and Sandra did their best to search for answers. It quickly became apparent that Oasis had just as much clue as to what was going on as anyone else. For a God, she didn’t seem all that knowledgeable. Of course, Sandra had never met a God before, so who’s she to judge?

With no apparent answers in the Hall of Records, Oasis took to using her God-like powers to look into the future. She speculated that there was some timeline where they’d figured things out, and if she spent enough time she’d be able to find it. This would take immense concentration, however, so Sandra would have to be left to her own devices for awhile.

Over the next few months, Sandra learned more and more about the Afterlife from some of its inhabitants. From what she gathered, the place was horribly mismanaged, and the only reason it was still up and running was because most soul had been through the reincarnation process before. They were able to teach any newcomer the general gist of how things worked while Oasis was off tending to other matters.

Oasis seemed like a kind and caring person, but she was hopelessly naive. Perhaps a bit incompitant. The Afterlife had no order, no staff, and no assigned duties. soul were seemingly left to fend for themselves most of the time as Oasis haphazardly tried to solve everything at once. She was spread too thin; she needed help.

Sandra came to the conclusion that she was more or less stuck in the Afterlife. Other soul began to see her as a God, much like Oasis. She had incredible amounts of Magic at her disposal; something other soul didn’t have. There was her halo as well, hanging over her head like some sort of status symbol. If she was going to be stuck here, she may as well take charge.

With Oasis’ permission, Sandra began to rework some of the Afterlife’s procedures. First and foremost, something had to be done about the Hall of Records. It was a complete and utter trainwreck! Stray papers were everywhere. People were vandalizing things. Nothing was organized. It seemed like a good enough starting point, so Sandra rounded up some willing volunteers and everyone got to work organizing everything.

Sandra’s Magic made everything a lot easier. With her help, they were able to construct a massive hall in the Afterlife, filled with neatly organized filing cabinets. All of the records were then grouped together correctly, and neatly stored and labeled. Each file was sorted by soul. An individual soul’s files were all put together, with their most recent lives towards the front. This made it easier for everyone to find things, seeing as all their files were together now.

To help combat vandalism, Sandra had Oasis set up a barrier of sorts. In order to enter the Hall of Records, a soul had to get permission. That way, only people who had actual business there would be allowed to enter. It also meant that if anyone vandalised the place, they’d know exactly who it was. With this new rule in place, another problem arose. If both Gods were busy running around the Afterlife, souls would have to hunt them down in order to do anything. The Afterlife was an infinite realm, and Oasis and Sandra were two of billions of people. This would obviously be an issue.

So, in order to keep things streamlined, Sandra assigned certain tasks to her and Oasis. She would take charge of all the newcomers, making sure people were able to get their bearings and no one got lost. She’d also handle all of the paperwork. All newcomers had to document their lives, so it’d be easier for everyone if she was in charge of both. Oasis was tasked with keeping the peace. Helping soul deal trauma, making sure they were meeting the living world’s quota, and generally keeping things up and running.

Sandra also made a schedule for the both of them. This was to ensure everything that needed to be done got done, even if it was something they didn’t necessarily enjoy. Running the Afterlife was their job. It had to be done right, and doing things right the first time would help everyone in the long run. Sure, it was a lot of work. A lot more work than Sandra had ever had before, but her and Oasis were the only ones that could do it.

Time went on, and Sandra slowly settled into a routine. She also began to get to know Oasis better. Better than most souls ever had. They were vastly different people. Oasis put the wellbeing of others above her own, even if it became damaging to herself. It seemed like she’d go to any length to solve someone’s problems. Sandra didn’t much care for solving others' problems. She had her duties, yes, but her problems were her own. She thought it should be the same for everyone.

Still, she liked Oasis. As unorganized as she was, Oasis was a kind person. Kinder than anyone she’d ever met in the living world. She’d show compassion and empathy to anyone, even those who’d committed terrible atrocities. In Oasis’ eyes, anyone could be redeemed. It made Sandra feel better about her own actions in the living world. Maybe, in some way, this was her own chance at redemption.

One day, while Sandra was working on her daily tasks, Oasis teleported to her location in a panic. She seemed to be on the verge of yet another breakdown. While Sandra often used her Magic to show off, Oasis did not. Teleportation was highly unusual. Something had to be going on. Oasis confessed that her foresight had shown her visions of an intruder. A powerful God-like being who had the potential to destroy the Afterlife as they knew it. He’d be there within the next few days, and Oasis had absolutely no idea what to do.

She was panicking. The longer Oasis talked, the more she seemed to unravel. Her speech became jumbled and muttered, and she wouldn’t stop repeating herself. Sandra understood why she was panicking, but now wasn’t the time for it. They could save their panic for afterwards! Now’s the time for action!

After snapping Oasis out of her panic, the two began to formulate a plan. Killing the intruder didn’t seem like a viable option. He and Oasis were more or less evenly matched. Plus, in the sparse amount of futures where he was killed, Oasis was unable to see anything other than a brief flash of red before the vision cut out. Visions never just stopped like that, so they both knew it’d be a bad idea.

Still, he couldn’t be allowed to roam free. This guy seemed dangerous. There had to be some way to capture him. For God's sake, it was two against one here! They had the advantage. If they could just find some way to capture him permanently, the problem would be dealt with.

Sandra looked to the living world’s way of dealing with criminals for inspiration. She could recall seeing people bound in chains being hauled off to Havenlyn’s prisons. Perhaps they could make a prison in the Afterlife too. A prison that prevented this intruder from using his Magic. Somewhere where he could be left to rot for all eternity. Oasis didn’t like the idea, but she also knew it had to be done. If they couldn’t kill him, they had no other choice.

So, with Sandra’s instruction, Oasis crafted a powerful set of enchanted manacles. Once these clicked into place, they weren’t coming off. They were designed to channel Oasis’ Blue Magic, preventing this “Red Magic” from working. They knew this would work, as Sandra had been enchanted with the same Red Magic months prior. It could be neutralized, as long as they supplied a constant stream of Magic.

Shortly after the two had finished creating this Relic, he arrived. Oasis had deemed his Magic too dangerous for Sandra to get involved. His Magic had taken control over her once; she didn’t know if she’d be able to resist it again. So, Sandra was sent off to do crowd control.

There was one thing Oasis didn’t want, and it was for the soul of the Afterlife to doubt her abilities. If word were to get out about this intruder, it’d cause mass hysteria. People would begin to question the safety of the Afterlife. They’d begin to question Oasis’ competency. Once this battle was over, things had to go back to normal. No one could ever know about this.

While the two Gods were battling things out, Sandra did her best to keep everyone at bay. soul all over the Afterlife could see the brilliant flashes of red and blue light given off with each attack. They could see the new Green Magic lingering in the air; a result of the vast amounts of Magic combining. Everyone had questions, and Sandra was the only one there to answer them.

Luckily for Sandra, she didn’t have anything against lying. She’d do whatever she needed to to keep things in order, even if they weren’t the most morally inclined. Plus, people had started to get used to Sandra’s serious and deadpan tone. She never joked around, and she never put up with anyones bullshit. To everyone else, she was honest and hardworking; albeit a bit cold. They had no reason to doubt her claims now, even if she was blatantly lying to them.

Hours ticked by, and Sandra began to get more and more worried. The flashes of light were becoming sparse. Each time she saw a flash of red, her heart stood still. She waited anxiously for a flash of blue to follow behind it. For a while, they did. Eventually, Sandra saw one last flash of red light. Minutes passed, but there was no follow up attack.

Her heart dropped. For the first time in a long time, Sandra felt dread. Oasis couldn’t have been defeated. If she had been, wouldn’t the intruder begin the destruction of the Afterlife? Things were far too quiet for that to be the case. Unless he was taking a break. A battle like that must have been exhausting, even for a God. Maybe he was just lying low for awhile; gathering his strength.

She had to know for sure. Even though she was given strict instructions to stay away, Sandra ran to where the battle had taken place. If Oasis was defeated, she still must have caused a lot of damage to this intruder. Maybe Sandra could finish the job.

Finally, she reached the battlefield. The entire place was hazy with Green Magic; Magic like Sandra’s. As the haze cleared, it became apparent that Oasis wasn’t there. Neither was anyone else. It was just her. All alone in the vast emptiness of the Afterlife.

She couldn’t handle this anymore. She’d done her best to stay strong since she got here. Accepting the fact she’d died, the regret her past filled her with, the fact she couldn’t be reincarnated, all the disgruntled and rude soul that she had to deal with over the past few months. She’d stayed strong through it all, but now she’d been pushed over the edge.

Sandra broke down. For one of the first times in her life she didn’t know how to fix things. She couldn’t create new soul like Oasis could. With this new intruder on the loose, life on Mirror Domain was surely doomed. Sandra sobbed, as she watched the remaining wisps of Green Magic slowly dissipate; fading away into nothingness.

That’s when she heard a voice. A gentle and familiar voice, asking her what she was doing all the way out here all by herself. It was Oasis’ voice! Quickly, Sandra wiped the tears from her face and ran over to hug her. Oasis seemed surprised, but she didn’t fight it, and hugged Sandra in return.

Eventually, Sandra was composed enough to ask questions. She demanded to know what had happened to the intruder, and why Oasis took so long to get back. Oasis explained everything that had happened and that the intruder, DC, had been successfully captured and locked away. For everyone’s safety, Oasis kept the location of his prison a secret.

The name DC sounded familiar to Sandra. After some prying, Sandra was told more about what had happened during the time between her death and her ascension. DC had infected Sandra with his Magic after she’d ended their deal. He’d been a God the entire time, he was just keeping it hidden from Mortals. Sandra was angry, and she wanted answers.

For one thing, neither of them knew why she’d been able to enter the Afterlife upon her death. Sandra speculated that because of the amulet she’d been given, her soul wasn’t destroyed by DC’s Red Magic. Oasis was able to confirm that the amulet she’d had was one of her relics. Since she still had a soul, despite his Magic, she was still able to get into the Afterlife. It seemed plausible, even to Oasis. Her Magic was the Magic of life, after all. Who’s to say it wouldn’t save someone from DC’s grasp? Still, they wouldn’t be able to know for sure unless they questioned DC directly.

Life went on for the two Gods. Because DC’s manacles needed to be supplied with more Magic weekly, they changed around their schedule to incorporate it. This also gave Oasis time to question him on whatever they saw fit. Oasis keeps mentioning trying to “reform” DC, but Sandra isn’t convinced. As far as she’s concerned, he can rot in his cell.

That’s pretty much it for the time being. As of right now, Sandra is continuing her duties as a God. Seeing as she’s the newest God, her biggest goal is gaining a better reputation in the Afterlife. She wants people to take her seriously, after all. For now, she continues to live a nice, yet stressful, life in her new domain.

## **Relationships**

**Oasis:** An extremely trusted friend and respected mentor. Sandra looks up to Oasis as a kind, loving, and genuine person. She’s helped Sandra come to terms with some of the mistakes of her past, and she’s grateful for it. Without Oasis, Sandra would be a much colder and crueler God.

That being said, Sandra can’t stand how clingy she can be at times. Oasis is known to have mental breakdowns and panic attacks, and she seemingly can’t be calmed down by anyone except Sandra. Sandra is known to be cold and crass, but she really softens up when Oasis is around. Maybe it’s because she values her friendship, or maybe it’s simply to avoid causing any issues between them

While she would trust Oasis with her life, Sandra also feels the need to keep some things hidden from her. There’s just some things that can’t be done while also keeping to Oasis’ moral code. Sandra always feels bad about going behind her back, but it’s for the good of the Afterlife. They’re both in charge up there, after all.

**DC:** Sandra’s most hated enemy. If killing him were an option, he’d already be dead. Unfortunately, killing him would spell the end of the world, so she’s content with him rotting in the Afterlife’s jail for the rest of eternity. It’s rare for these two to come into contact with each other, but when they do all hell breaks loose.

Sandra greatly resents DC for making her the way she is. Sure, she enjoys Godhood and all, but she went from being overworked in life to being overworked in death. Whenever Sandra is feeling too overworked or stressed, she’ll silently curse DC for forcing her into all of this. She could have been reincarnated as some rich royal living a lavish life. Instead, she’s stuck as the Afterlife’s unofficial secretary.