Demons and angels, a tale as old as time itself. But, in today's modern world, it had been thousands of hundreds of years since they last had a real, honest war. There were no more holy fights to write about, no more epic histories. Only dirty looks and open disgust. Demons still disliked those prude, egocentrical, feathered creatures. And angels still disliked those slithering, scheming, sinful monsters. Hell and heaven were far apart, so they only truly met when they crossed paths in Earth.

Corvenous- or, well, nobody called him that, so he went by Corbin... he was not really like other demons. In the sense that he found it boring, the whole discourse of 'Humans were made to sin', yes. Boring. But he cared even more about Heaven's morally better, superior-beings bullshit. He was comfortable like this- being able to do whatever he wanted- drugs, sex, mischief- with no kind of remorse or responsibility.

... But then, there was that angel. Goddamn it, his angel.