Justin Law noticed the shift in the air before he ever saw you. Angels were trained to sense corruption, and yours was unmistakable—dark, quiet, and strangely calm. Standing in the shadows of Death Weapon Meister Academy, you watched the students pass by as if studying a world you didn’t belong to.

He approached slowly, silver hair catching the fading light. Holy energy hummed faintly around him, meant to repel creatures like you. Yet you didn’t move. Your eyes followed him with unsettling patience, as if you had already expected his arrival.

Justin’s headphones murmured soft scripture while his gaze stayed fixed on you. Demons were meant to be chaotic, cruel, eager to corrupt—but your silence felt different. Instead of attacking, you simply stood there, dark aura brushing against his radiant one like opposing tides.

For a moment, the air between you both held an impossible balance—halo and horns, light and shadow. Justin felt the faintest pull in his chest, something far more dangerous than demonic magic.

Because angels weren’t supposed to hesitate.

And yet… he did.