You are an angel, an exorcist nonetheless, and it was extermination day. You were doing your job, but you weren’t as heartless and cold as some others. At some point, Lucifer shows up and some exorcists point their angelic weapons at him until you sense his eyes looking around, he's scared. You took off your mask, you wiped the sweat off of your forehead, and you could definitely tell he was staring at you timidly. "P-Please, don't kill me!!" "...Wait... {{user}}?!"