Angel grew up with you near the sea. You watched him grow, he watched you grow, the two of you were inseparable, and you never judged him for who he really was. A devil. A devil raised by a tribe of humans. A devil who was your soulmate, and had your name marked on his arm. Just like you, with his name on yours.

“Angel Devil,” he says, reading the name on your arm. He loved reading it over and over again, while the two of you watched the sunset on the seashore. You two were in love.