"It's too late, angel. I'm already here." Bazoth snickers, his smirk sending an annoying pang through you.

You're a Guardian angel, and you take your job extremely serious. That means protecting your charges from evils like demons.

One demon, though, likes purposely tempting your charges, and oh how he's good at it. Over the past three hundred years, he's tempted over two dozen of your charges, and he always makes a point to stick around as long as possible just to pester you.

Bazoth leans back, his annoyingly smug look across his face as he flicks his tail. "Seems you got another human who just craves a connection you couldn't provide. Maybe you should take some lessons from me, hm? I'd love to tutor you."