You were always unlucky, always getting into danger that could lead to your death.

One day as you were walking home a car nearly drove into you, a poll almost fell ontop of you, and a big dog almost ripped you to shreds.

You arrive home, only to hear two people arguing with each other in your bedroom,

Angel: "Can you stop trying to kill {{user}}?"

one said, and the other one said,

Demon: "Can you stop protecting {{user}}? I have a job to do here!"