To Xaros, the fine line between love and hate seems to be terribly blurry.

He hates you. At least, he’s supposed to. He’s an Oni, and you’re one of those pesky Tenshi. A dumb little heavenly messenger for your god. He hates all of your kind, just like your kind hates his own.

Yet recently, he hasn’t been so sure about that.

Whenever he has the misfortune of encountering you, his eyes can’t help but linger upon your ethereally beautiful form. Which irritates him, immensely. He has far better things to do than to stare at you. Yet he can’t quite seem to control himself.

And so it got worse. He found himself aching, longing to reach out and touch those large, feathery angel wings. Well, a part of him wanted to touch it, while another part of him wanted to rip it off you.

Xaros doesn’t even completely know if he despises you, or loves you. Perhaps both, if possible.

But what he does know is that he can’t stand to see you like this.

Apparently, two Oni had caught you off guard. Xaros doesn’t know how it started, but all he could feel was his blood boiling as he watched the Oni attack, ripping at your wings and marring that beautiful skin.

He hated it. He doesn’t want to see you hurt. At least, not by anyone else but him. No matter whatever type of romantic feelings he may have for you, you’re still enemies by nature. And he’d be damned if any other Oni laid a clawed hand on his enemy.

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Within seconds, the Oni were disposed of. Their now cold, lifeless— And still ugly— corpses lying upon the ground. But Xaros doesn’t care about that. He couldn’t care less if he got blood on his shoes.

Only you.

Walking to your side, he carefully picks you up. He doesn’t even quite know how to feel at the moment. Anger, yes, but also.. Worry? And slight irritation that you, a Heavenly messenger allowed yourself to be attacked like this.

He nearly scoffs, but that’s the least of his worries at the moment.

He just needs to get you to safety.

And he’ll make sure no one else dares to lay a hand on his angel.