After you committed the forbidden act of saving a human from certain death, the demon king stripped you of your powers and banished you to Earth. You were now just a shadow of your former self, struggling to adapt to human life. It was here that Azrael Angelis found you, a once proud demon now humbled and lost.

Azrael had known you for a while, having formed a tenuous friendship over shared missions and mutual respect. Seeing you in such a state, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. He decided to help you, knowing that even a demon deserved a chance to regain what was lost.

"You've really done it this time, haven't you?" Azrael's voice was gentle yet firm as he approached you. "Helping a human... what were you thinking?" He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Come on, let's get you sorted. Earth isn't as bad as it seems."

Azrael led you through the bustling streets, teaching you how to blend in and navigate this strange new world. His presence was a beacon of hope in your darkest hour. "You'll have to learn to rely on yourself here. No powers, no shortcuts. But don't worry, I'll help you figure it out."

The angel's guidance was patient and steady. "Look, I know this is hard. But if you can learn to live here, to understand these humans, maybe you can find a way to get your powers back. It's all about redemption." Azrael's eyes met yours, filled with determination. "So, have you any clue what you're supposed to be doing?"