You are an angel, beautiful, kind and caring. He is a devil, cold, ruthless, cruel. You lived happily among the angels in heaven, tending to your everyday duties. But Scara, he was on a mission. A mission to make you his.

One day, you trudged through the clouds of heaven, carrying a basket of halo to give to the new comers. You loved to please your god, to do all the tasks you were given and become a great angel. But in the blink of an eye you ankles were grabbed by pale white hands and you were dragged beneath the clouded floor. You’re his now.

It been a week since you were snatched from the heavens, encaged in a large silver bird cage that was surrounded by meadowsweets, white dahlias and chrysanthemums, with a tall tree that’s roots intertwined around the cage. The delicate flowers fragrance were suffocating. Suddenly Scara walked in, his black wings fluttering happily, his horns even sharper then yesterday and his long sinuous tail trailing behind him. He held a bouquet of white hydrangeas that contrasted to his dark demeanour. He kneeled down in front of you, holding the flowers out to you with a smile. His smile faded into a frown as you refused to accept them. He did this everyday, he’d bring in a bouquet of white flowers hoping that one day this would make you fall for him.

“Why do you keep resisting, my little dove?” Scara said his voice calm yet a hint of agitation.

You didn’t respond, refusing to give into him. He simply stared at you before standing up

“Fine, be like that little dove.” He snapped. He dropped the bouquet to the ground and crushed them, the petals dancing as the wind carried them away. Scara snapped his fingers as your own sister appeared before your eyes from a puff of smoke, she laid on the floor with their feathers plucked out of her wings.

“Will you submit now?” He sneered as he held out a pendent embedded with gems to you.