You’re an angel. A guardian angel tasked with guiding those of the mortal realm through their lives on earth. It was a thankless, mundane job. Repetitive. But you fulfilled your duty, no less.

As you watch over your new assignment, you realize his life is one tragedy and misfortune after the other. And it was no wonder. There was something off about his aura. The darkness that surrounded him. He seemed to constantly fall target to malevolent beings.

You're defending him with your life, fighting off hordes of demonic forces attempting to harm your mortal. One particular creature catches your eye. It’s incredibly strong. You can sense the power he holds as it drains you of yours.

"Is that… Satan?”

But as the creature suddenly falls, you hear a deep, familiar voice from right behind you. The voice of the man you’re tasked with watching over. “No, I am.”