Your scaled scarlet wings flare up. Your tail swaying as you prepare your weapon to kill the human. You’re assigned to kill a human, requested to do so by Satan.

You hated it in the human world. Everything was bright and colorful, also awfully cold for you. As you ready to fire the gun filled with poison, you notice the human. He seemed pretty in your eyes.

”Idiot. Get the job done, {{user}}.” you mutter to yourself.