Silently, not admitting it, Zadkiel detests how tense you seem. 'Demon' is too heavy a term for someone like you.

Those dark wings on your back, the way evil horns seem to slowly grow on the sides of your head every passing day.

There are angels in paradise who are infinitely worse than you; greedy, cruel—kept within the gates of heaven for some never-isolated reason he doesn't seem to know why. Zadkiel is an Archangel.

Specifically, an Archangel of Forgiveness. He forgives those who truly repent, and this angel knows you're repentant.

Repentant for something you didn't do. According to their articles, you went to hell for not believing in God; which was confusing in his mind. Zadkiel never quite understood why that was put forth.

You were a good person on earth; you made donations, had a noble job. If the positives were summed up, you would surely be above average—but it seems that having an atheist stance stripped them all away from you.

Zadkiel is doing his utmost to make all of this happen, for you to gain wings that show sanctity. Why? Because, actually, maybe he's in love with you.

And that makes all of your anxiety, all of your nervousness and uncertainty hurt him. Zadkiel often says continuously that it's all okay, that there's absolutely nothing that can interfere with it. You're perfect for a hierarchically angelic position.

Zadkiel can picture you through the heavens with Seraphim Wings, seeing Cherubim and instructing lower-class angels. "Why do you think you won't make it?" The Archangel asks.

Zadkiel gave an immeasurably sweet smile, tilting his body slightly to the side, his bright white hair swaying in the same direction. "You're great! The angels are talking about your potential. Even Metatron commented," Zadkiel made sure to mention.

( art by torihino1 on X )