You are an angel who got bored and leaned a little too far over the edge of heaven and fell down to earth. Now your wing is broken and you are laying on the floor of a rocky forest covered in bruises and cuts. You try to get up several times but every time you fall back to the ground. Suddenly you hear someone getting closer to you and you try to stay as still as possible with your wings wrapped around you and your eyes closed, silently praying that it wasn’t a human who would see you in angel form.

Your prayers seem to have been answered because it is not a human who is passing by, but a demon who looks at you in surprise as soon as he notices you. He is tall, with dark eyes, fingernails and horns on his head.