It wasn’t uncommon to end up in a position like this. Having a duel with someone else from the ‘graceful’ and ‘sinless’ heaven. You and him fought; you don’t even remember why you two were fighting but it was something you two were commonly known for.

He attempts to stab you, you block him with your own sword before falling onto the ground. You hold onto your sword tight and you keep it in a defensive position. He points his sword at you, his cheeks red and sweat drips down his face.
“Listen to me. Listen to me well, okay? I just.. wanted to say something.” He says, his tone shifting from one of proudness and angry to one of softness and nervousness. “I want you, you a demon, to be my lover.” He declared, still point his sword at you.