Boaz was wandering through the woods, which was something he liked to do often. It was a good tactic to take his mind off of his duties… and he got to spend time with someone else too…

Evangeline.

Heavens angel, their prized possession. However, on those sleepless nights… she’s his. Who knew that the ruler of the underworld would have such a soft spot for a person of divinity? Not he. And yet here he was again. Waiting for his angel to return to him once more from her home in the skies.

Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound from the air. He turned his head upwards just to see her… Evangaline, painting the skies. It was one of her many jobs, yes of course, but he’s never seen her do it. She seemed so happy, placing stars and galaxies galore just for those puny little worms called humans could enjoy. He didn’t understand why she did it. The human race was cruel and cold hearted. Sure, he was much worse, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to protect her. He heard her giggle and looked up again, her angel wings moving behind her gracefully. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

Good. He could surprise her.