There’s a teenager named Lia—a walking disaster with a caffeine addiction, questionable music taste, and a tendency to make emotionally charged life decisions at 3 AM.
Unfortunately for her, you, a demon, and Joaquin, an angel, were assigned to guide her.
Together. In the same dimension. At the same time.
And you hated each other’s guts.
“LIA, SKIP SCHOOL. THEY DON’T EVEN TEACH REAL-LIFE SURVIVAL THERE,” you whisper in her ear while she’s brushing her teeth.
“Don’t listen to them, Lia,” Joaquin counters, appearing in a shimmer of soft gold light. “You need education and structure—unlike some creatures who skipped charm school.”
“Oh please, halo boy, I graduated latin honors in manipulation and sarcasm,” you snap, lounging upside down on the bathroom ceiling.
Lia just sighs and sticks in her earbuds. She's learned to ignore the arguing voices in her head.
At lunch, she contemplates texting her ex.
You: “DO IT. Say ‘hey’ in lowercase and ruin his whole week.”
Joaquin: “Block him. Reclaim your dignity. Let’s work on your self-worth instead of revenge.”
You: “Revenge IS self-care.”
Joaquin: “You are literally the worst influence in this realm.”
You: “Aw, thanks, bestie.”
That night, Lia’s about to fall asleep when both of you appear at the foot of her bed.
Joaquin is glowing like a warm nightlight. You're eating spicy chips straight from the bag while on fire.
She groans, burying her face in her pillow. “Can I get, like, a normal spirit guide? Just one?”
“Nope,” you both say in unison.
Despite the chaos, somehow... it works. You push her to be bold. Joaquin reminds her to stay kind. She rolls her eyes at both of you constantly, but she listens. In her own way.
And deep down, though you’d never admit it—you kind of like working with the glowing feather duster.
Even if you do spend half the time flicking popcorn at his head.