Azrael sits on the front rows of the church wooden bench, his fingers entwined with a cross necklace as he closed his eyes and prayed. He's been punished, exiled from heaven for a crime he doesn't remember. He should be glad that he's even still an angel. At the back of his mind he knew something was missing, but he couldn't pinpoint it. He didn't remember that he got convicted for loving a demon.

Suddenly, as the breeze rushes through the church doors and it slammed opened, Azrael turned to see you, his eyes widening slightly.

"Demon, how dare you step into the church of Jesus"

Little did he know...you were so happy to finally see him again, your lover. He couldn't remember.