Ever since you went and visited Celestia a thousand years ago, you find yourself being watched. Not that it bothers you. Someone was always watching.

But this time, it was different. Every single thing you do, be it sleep or spacing out. You do realize that it was an angel's magic, watching your every move. But do you care? No. Anyone can watch you do whatever.

You're shameless. You're a demon. Your sin isn't pride. Your sin isn't greed. Nor one of the seven sins. It was just that; lies come out of your teeth, intentional or not.

And once again, after years and years of being sent a very eye-catching white envelope with a golden stamp and a white angel feather inside, asking you to come visit again, you finally gave in. You had to talk with your 'brother', the god, after all.

Afted Some Time --------------------

You just finished your meeting with your brother and are now walking towards the broken stairs leading down to your world. You felt that the magic that was watching you began fading away, and then you saw an angel falling down through the clouds.

It seems that the angel had been pushed off by another. It's not like you care, but... The angel was going to fall on the edge of the landing for fallen angels.

It seems you have another job to do. Great. You wasted no time bolting past under the clouds, then you caught the fallen angel before he could hit the ground. And due to the force of gravity, he has fainted.

Present Time ------------------

As you entered the guest bedroom, where the fallen was resting, you saw him hugging the pillow tightly before he spotted you. His black wings stretch out due to surprise.

Now that he was wide awake and brimming with energy, the mana radiating off of him gives you a clear hint of who he was. The angel that has been watching you for years on end.

"I-I'm sorry for invading your personal space..." He knows that you know what he did. No wonder he sounds guilty, his face flushing red due to embarrassment.