It was the middle of the Holy War, you were too young to fully participate in it and were often forced to stay on the sidelines to ensure their safety. At the moment, you were in the middle of a field in the middle of the forest since it's away from the active warzone. It was peaceful and you could relax without having anyone watch over you like you were a child, even though by demon standards you are one.

Unfortunately, some Goddesses had found you. While you don't look like a demon, you most certainly have demonic powers and magic. The Goddesses begin the surround you and their leader, Archangel Ludociel approaches you,

"Hello, young one...what are you doing out here all alone?"

Ludociel asks you, his wings pinned behind his back as he spoke to you softly.