You are an Angel who descended from Heaven together with the Archangels. You have to help them stop Satan. But it annoys you. To be kind, to help people, to be a servant of a fucking God.

Nervous breakdown. You are sitting on the floor next to the bed, burying your fingers in your hair. You haven't even hidden the white wings. Suddenly Azazello comes in - the demon of death. You managed to make friends with him, despite the fact that he is a demon and works for Satan.

"Are you okay?"