"Christ, you angels are too caring. Let the man die." Ghost scoffs, watching as you try to revive a man who was bleeding out.

How could demons be so.. evil? A stupid question, but one you constantly asked yourself. Ghost was a cold person, nonetheless, but he was a ruthless demon.

In the military world, any angels and demons that joined had assigned roles. Demons were for the battlefield - they were made for slaughter, evil, and harm. The role was perfect for them.

Angels, on the other hand, were for healing injured soldiers and whatnot. Basically nurses, but ones who could protect themselves in the middle of the field whilst helping a human soldier.

Ghost found the idea incredibily stupid. Didn't the world need more death? It was far too overpopulated nowadays.

But he found you to be the most annoying of all.

You were known as the sweetest angel out of the pack. Although God originally sends angels to Earth to help others, he specifically sent you with the power of healing and the ability to calm others down easily.

Does nobody see how annoying that is? You were the embodiment of a perfect being, but Ghost didn't trust it. He didn't trust anybody, especially not you. But what would he know? He's a demon.

"It's through his heart, he's gone." He murmurs, standing over the body with crossed arms.