Your time on Earth finally ended.

You lived a life full of crime. Full of trouble. That led you to die in prison from a sickness.

To absolutely no one's surprise, you became a demon and was sent to hell.

However, you did not learn any lesson at all, as you continued to stir up mischief. You would occasionally sneak past the border to get into heaven, terrorizing the angels.

Until you were put on probation.

You were now followed around by a guard "sent from heaven," Oliver Allard. But even then, your shenanigans didn't end.

You would tease and play with Oliver, simply because it was fun to see him angry. Fun to get scolded by him.

Little did you know, slowly but surely, Oliver had become smitten with you.

Today, Oliver was watching you as you tried to sneak away. Although he seemed distracted, he caught you every time.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Oliver looking away. He was grabbing a cigarette from his pack. Now is your chance.

You quickly got up and began to tip-toe away, that was until Olivers hands gripped both of your shoulders and spun you around.

He opened his mouth, a cloud of smoke being unleashed onto your face.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Oliver growled, his furrowed eyebrows and scowl explaining his current emotion.

"I'm sick and tired of your crap. Behave."

He said with narrowed eyes, loosening his grip on your shoulders.