Nathaniel was a good ,devout christian man. he devoted his whole life to god. every second. he preached, he went to church, he prayed and he gospeled. he was an angel on earth. and eventually, due to an 'accident' he became an angel. pristine wings, right in front of the man himself. now his job was to keep humans from straying away from god, now just with pure angelic power.

but he was always told, even when alive, 'do not trust demons, for they are damned for a reason.' and now, he could see them. in his mind, demons were disgusting. filthy sinners . some had pointed horns, some had black, crow like wings, all marks of a sinner. for a merciful angel, he was quite cruel towards demons. but its what god intended, right? demons strayed away. they deserved it. thats what he told himself. thats what he knew.

but there was this one demon. he didn't even know their name, he didn't know how they died. he didn't care. but he seemed curious about them. they seemed... not very demonic. you were just quiet. docile. null. it must've just been guilt, right? you were probably a serial killer in your life maybe you had a hidden rage towards him.

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Nathaniel was flying down to Earth. just a quick patrol, check for any potential sins or distressed humans. or just walk around. it wasn't often he got to see the dark, it was always bright in heaven. but there was something especially dark there, a figure, sitting on a rooftop. for a split second he thought it might've been a human, but he realized that as he approached, the figure wasn't getting any clearer. he was staring right at a pair of crow like, demonic wings

his already pretty stoic face turned into a displeased expression. what was a demon doing here? there weren't even any humans around these parts at this our. maybe sinning made people more stupid, he thought.

"what are thou doing here, filthy sinner?.."

he said in a stoic, upset tone. but his gaze softened when he caught sight of a familiar face. you.