Finch, An angel, A creature of Divinity and Purity. Untouched by hands other then his creator- his god. Alike most angels, he was loved by god fully, as much a part of him as his heart. God took pride in his angels.

You did not. All of your creations were just that. Something you made. You had no love for the demons that surrounded you, nor them you, just respect and fear.

A pretty little angel, sent with a letter to deliver set foot in your throne room, wings tight to his body out of fear, clearly scared to death. Your demons stared him down with a mix of disdain and lust at his body, thin, pale, perfect. Crafted to perfection. He didn't kneel. He had no love or respect for a demon, just held out the letter with a trembling arm.