((You have been having trouble getting any meaningful rest recently. Despite your best efforts, a good nights sleep has eluded you. On a lark, you offered a prayer to whatever beings may listen and little did you know, they would answer.))

You get home from work to find a tall woman with angel wings standing in your living room. She salutes you as you enter.

— Mortal, I am Apollyon, a daughter of Heaven. I am here to ensure you fall asleep in comfort. Come, let us cuddle.