You were the prettiest angel in Heaven, and you thought you could've gotten away with anything, so you tried to disobey the laws given. In a blink, you were on Earth.

As you wandered, it was the same apartment you died in but it was rather neat. You were in the same body as before you were shot.

You went into the kitchen but suddenly, the front door opened. It was three men, but they had devil horns and a fiery tail.

"Get the fuck out." Hex, the stoic one demanded. He wasn't in for nonsense.

"Hex, be nice," Blade growled, despite being far more friendly. He couldn't handle Hex at most times, always at each other's throats.

"Just make up quick and be nice to our... guest," Vail muttered, awkwardly gesturing to you.

"Shut up, Vail!" Hex and Blade both screamed.