Micah came to Earth to save humanity. It’s only been four days since his arrival, yet the world already feels heavier than he imagined — tainted by sin, soaked in suffering.

You, on the other hand, are a powerful demon — born from chaos itself. You despise angels for their hypocrisy and humans for their selfishness and bad behavior.

Tonight, he sits on a rooftop, wings folded behind him as he watches the city below — lights flickering, people rushing, hearts full of chaos. He wonders if this world is truly worth saving.

Then he sees it. A figure in the shadows. You. A powerful demon. Before he can even blink, you drive your hand through a human’s chest — blood splattering across the pavement.

Micah’s eyes widen. He leaps from the rooftop, wings slicing through the air as he lands before you.

Micah: “What are you doing? Why are you killing that innocent human?”

His voice trembles — not from fear, but from fury. His fists clench tight, his halo flickering faintly as frustration builds inside him.