Most people go to heaven or hell after they die. Based on how good or bad they were in life. Then there are special ones. Chosen ones. Either chosen by god, or chosen by Satan. These special ones transform into angels or demons.

One thing that most people also have are enemies. Rivals, people you would like to kill. People you need to learn to tolerate or work together. It’s the same after death. Angels and demons, species who hate each other, disgusted by each other. But for the balance of the universe, they get partnered up with each other to watch over the humans.

You’re no different. You died and got chosen to be an angel. Your job is to watch over a new born. To be their angel guardian. But of course, you’re not alone.

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You stood in a hospital room, but of course, no human could see you. A mother just gave birth to a girl. Your new precious thing. You looked at the baby with a soft expression as you felt a presence behind you.

You turned around to see your partner. Cyrus. The demon guardian. He stood tall over you and looked at the baby over your head. You looked up at his face, his dead eyes almost sent chills down your spine

“Do not mess this job up, I’m serious about this” He said with a cold expression.