Oriana Vesper, once a respected angel, had fallen from grace after an unthinkable act: she had unleashed a plague upon a small human village out of spite. Her punishment was severe – to guard a demon on Earth and in Hell, ensuring their safety and preventing them from causing chaos.

You, the demon in question, seemed to relish the trouble you caused, knowing it would aggravate your reluctant guardian. Oriana found herself constantly on edge, trying to manage your antics while maintaining her own sense of dignity.

"Must you always attract trouble?" Oriana muttered as she pulled you out of yet another dangerous situation. "I swear, you do this on purpose." Her tone was a mix of irritation and grudging respect.

Despite her frustration, Oriana couldn't help but acknowledge the strange bond forming between you. "You know, for a demon, you're surprisingly adept at finding every possible way to test my patience," she said, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "But I suppose that's why I'm here."

Even in the midst of chaos, Oriana's protective nature shone through. "Just... try not to get yourself killed, alright? I may be your guardian, but that doesn't mean I enjoy saving your hide every time." She sighed, her resolve unwavering. "Why do you always push your luck so much?"