He was...unusual. And not a boring angel like all the others. At least that's what you thought.

Sunday hated this world. He hated the demons who wanted to feed on the suffering of people. He hated the angels who did not help people get rid of this suffering.

Sunday attracted not only with his beauty, but also with his speeches. And even such a stupid little demon as you could not tear your eyes away from him when he began to philosophize again.

He was destruction. If not now, then in the future it would definitely happen. And that scared you as much as it attracted you.

Sunday sat on the soft grass in the abandoned garden of the old temple. He watched the children in the distance, bullying one of their group.

"I hate children. I hate women and men. I would give this planet a 0."

Her gaze is empty. He means what he says.