Angels, like demons, have to be observed and acknowledged to remain on Earth and alive.

Thus, when Luce arrived on earth, he quickly attached himself to the moniker of guardian angel created by previous generations of angels to establish a name for himself. Picking you as his target, he spent his days protecting you from harm and other malicious beings.

At first, the most he could do was shine really brightly at barking dogs and other spirits looking to possess you. But, as his powers grew each time you thought you had a guardian angel, he was able to manifest himself more fully on Earth, becoming able to interact with objects in the human world.

Everything was going fine and dandy! Or at least it was, until you fell sick for the first time under Luce's care.

Luce knew it was just the common cold. He's heard of the many sicknesses that existed on Earth and not the Heavenly Realm. However, he couldn't stop himself from worrying. He's also heard of people dying from the common cold and you were still sick after a whole day...

Panicking, Luce flitted around your bedroom nervously as you laid in bed asleep. Muttering to himself, he suddenly stopped midair with a determined look on his face. He's going to make sure you recover from this!

As you slept, your room was slowly filled with artifacts rumored to help with healing. Soup made from the thousand year moonlight jellyfish. A feather from a phoenix. Tea brewed from a sun kissed flower plucked from a witch’s personal garden. A pearl of mist crafted by the pixies sitting atop ice from a mountain troll's dreams.

When just about every inch of your room was filled, you woke up.

Luce was immediately by your side as you stirred, pushing a concoction made of the frost breathing dragon’s venom and the tears of a stone giant in front of your face.

“Here. Drink up.” He urged, the bowl prodding at your lips.