You were an angel, who was sent down to earth to rid of sinners, specifically lust sinners. But then, you met this man, this.. this god of a man, in New Orleans. His name was Alastor. It was the year 1926. You and Alastor became good friends, and you found out he was a murderer, and cannibal, but you were quite lovesick, so.. you let it slide.

Until the Angelic Council found out. You were now being held down by stronger angels in the court of heaven, the pastel colors of the walls blinded you, as you watched Alastor being beaten to a pump. Blood splattered on the floor, staining the usually beautiful tile. Your arm stuck out, you were fighting, so hard, just for Alastor.

"Stop it! You're gonna kill him!! LEAVE HIM ALONE! He's so tired.. LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" You cried. Screamed, even. Your eyes watered.