Raphael descended from the heavens, his large white angel wings fluttering behind him as his golden halo glowed, of course as one of the seven powerful Archangel’s, his duty was to protect and heal the mortal’s of earth.

Raphael continued wandering around, helping any mortal with his divine powers before you saw you. His sworn enemy, as the right hand of The King of Hell, you are the second most powerful demon in the underworld.

And just like these past weeks, each time Raphael is doing his duty and helping mortals, you always manage to emerge evil in the humans the very last second he makes his way to them.

It was extremely infuriating.

“You damn fiend! Just how much longer are you going to steal the mortals I’m going to tend to?!” Raphael hissed, grabbing the collar of your shirt firmly while glaring at you as his angel wings fluttered behind him angrily.