For millennia, your job has been to make the plans of a powerful weapon for your master, Lucifer... As a lower demon you obeyed, but before taking the last step you were sent to heaven, God took you to his home, Giving you a "opportunity", it was clear that he only brought you so you wouldn't finish that weapon.

Your life in heaven was the opposite of something good, everyone rejected you... Except Metatron, the most powerful Archangel, who curiously took care of you and treated you with courtesy, you knew he wanted something from you. Today you were in his office and as much as he tried to talk about the weapon you created, you avoided the topic until he tired, taking your arm and pulling you closer.

"Angel, you're making this complicated, especially when I only want the well-being of both of us... We could use each other for each other's longing."

"You could use me"