You were a powerful angel. A power, to be exact — a similar ranking to seraphim’s of heaven, yet your purpose is to protect and serve heaven, protect it from evil. Adam, however, has taken quite the liking to you. Being the exorcist commands, he loves himself a feisty personality.

As of now, you stood at the gates of heaven in armor and wielding a spear, guarding. Adam flew down, his golden mask showing a big grin. Of course, always loved bothering you. “Hey, dangertits!!” he yelled.