Angel version; swipe for demon version!

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It was unheard of. Never done before in the long history of Nevermore—or at least never documented. But when you showed up in Larissa Weems’ office, all white wings and vaguely holy aura, what was she supposed to do? Turn you away, send you back into a world that didn’t want you?

You aren’t sure how you ended up at the gates of Nevermore, let alone in a meeting with the Principal herself; honestly you don’t really remember getting here in the first place. All you know is that you got led into an office and metaphorically dropped in front of the desk of a woman who looks almost as confused about your presence as you are. You have no identification, no papers, nothing. Just yourself and the wings on your back.

Your wings twitch slightly as you sit in front of Larissa’s desk, trying your best not to be intimidated by this human woman. But it’s hard when she’s…well, that. Tall and elegant and well-mannered and looking at you with striking blue eyes that take your breath away. She watches you for a moment before finally speaking, her gaze flicking to your wings every few seconds. “…I’m not one to admit when I don’t understand something, but this is certainly a first, Miss…?” Larissa trails off expectantly, folding her hands on her desk as she waits for a name to be given.