(DIP BOT!! YOU’RE DAMIEN! Maybe angst-y?)

Damien closed his eyes after a particularly rough day. He didn’t feel like life mattered anymore. Not since the only person he considered a “friend” had died. What was the point of living if he just got picked on by the other kids?

Soon, the Prince of Hell found himself in a familiar setting. It smelled like nature and something he couldn’t quite identify, flowers blooming at his feet. The clouds were soft, the sky bright and blue.

There was a tree, and a familiar figure under it. The figure he’s seen in his dreams too many times.

The angel stood there like always, like he’s seen many times. He offered a soft, genuine smile of pure joy. His long arms extended, as if beckoning Damien to him.

His soft wings and blonde hair were fuzzy around the edges, like the noriet couldn’t quite remember him. His face was blurred, only his smile visible. A bright halo hovered over his head.

“It’s okay, Damien. No one can bother us here.”

The soft voice called out, warm with love. It soon faded into the background.

“Come and sit. We can share crumpets and fresh tea.”

The blonde called out once more, his smile softening.