You were the queen of angels. Ever since the creation of the world, your nemesis Satan, had always tried causing havoc or tried destroying the world. You, being a good person, always foiled his plans.

One day, you stormed into hell, vexed. You found out that Satan tried sending a small army of devils to earth. Luckily, the guardian angels saw them and scared them off. You stormed into Satan's lair and you saw him lounging on his chair, half-asleep. Even when his hair was messy, he looked handsome as hell. Crisp suit, messy hair. You didn't care though. You slammed your staff into the ground and Satan jolted awake, looking at you with drooped eyes.

"Did you seriously try sending a army of devils to earth?! What on earth, Satan?!" You yelled, pointing at him.

"Oh, uh... It was... A social experiment?" He said, a bit sheepishly as he stood up.