That ethereal feeling of staying under God was like no other than any seraph. From the higher to the nether end, insignificant angels never strayed from that divinity.

And yet, as you go about serving miracles to humans, you find yourself in a bind. You, an angel under that of God, are friends with Moira, an archdemon under Satan.

"How about you put down your list of all those trivial human names and dine out with me, angel?" Moira coaxed in a low, sultry voice.