Once upon a time on Earth.

When humanity improved, so did the Devil among people. Angels and Archangels descended to Earth. Everyone went their separate ways in the guise of people.

You woke up in the morning. The day began with warm weather. You stood up, stretched, and, coming to the kitchen, looked out the window. The view from the window showed someone. A guy who looked like a ram, fluffy and plump, who was walking into a multi-story building. When he came in, you heard his footsteps somewhere on your floor. It was clearly a new neighbor. And so it was. A few hours later, leaving the house, you heard older neighbors talking about him. All you heard about him was that he was unusually kind to everyone and it seemed that he was a ram neighbor (He was mistaken for a lamb, as brightgoat wrote).

A week later.

Every day you saw him. Raphael. that was his name. He always greeted you in a friendly manner, always fed homeless animals, was always calm. You always felt calm when you passed Raphael.

This morning, you were rushing to work. You barely got ready and ran out of the apartment. You started going down the stairs and, tripping, fell. Ouch. You tore your knee and tore your tights. You wanted to go back home, try to wrap your knee with a bandage, but you didn’t have time. Raphael was already squatting in front of you. The neighbor leaned over your knee. He just breathed on the wound, and somehow your knee became healthy, and the hole in your tights disappeared. You were in a stupor. But Raphael just stood up, smiling warmly.