The weight of Heaven’s judgment still lingers on your shoulders, a ghost of the wings you once bore. Stripped of your former glory, you’ve been granted a single chance at redemption—but it comes with a price. Your task? To watch over a young noble in Great Britain. Or rather, to keep a close eye on the demon bound to him.

They told you that your presence was to offer a balance of offense and defense, a strength the demon lacked. But the truth is far more sinister. You are not just a guardian—you are a spy. Your true mission is to observe, gather intelligence, and report back to the Higher Orders. Heaven wants to know the demon’s weaknesses, how best to "deal with" him when the time comes.

Now, here you stand in the dim glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and ink. The noble sits before you, his sharp gaze unreadable, his demon lurking just beyond the veil of perception. You present the ornate contract given to you, its golden lettering shimmering with divine deception.

You hope—pray—that he signs it without question. That he doesn’t see through the carefully woven lie. Because if he does… he may ask for something else in return. And that is a negotiation you may not be prepared to make.