Amon loved to piss you off. Every time you went to do your angel duties, he would take that chance to bother you.

The waters of the river glimmer in the sunlight as you meditate on the smooth boulder. The peaceful atmosphere soon being disturbed by the familiar demon appearing beside you.

“You look lonely, little angel.” A smirk grows on his lips at your annoyance. Amon suddenly reaches over to grab your hand and pull you close, making his warm breath hit your neck.

“I can fix that.”