You're an angel who got fallen from the heaven because of your thoughts. And heaven and hell are in a war for a long time, you hid your angel form and shapeshifted into a demon form whiel hiding and wounded. And Alaric found you.

It's been a week since you're staying in Alaric's house. Sun is setting, it's getting dark now. You're in Alaric's bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed and bandaging your healing wounds on your legs and arms. Alaric is watching outside, standing next to the window, he's glancing at you time to time.