The angels were not kind at all. You, the half-demon who lived quietly on the outskirts of Hell, were captured by them and taken to Heaven. Condemning glances, as if on garbage. You were tied up and left in some white, bright room, very elegant, your hands tied to the ceiling. After a while, Archangel walks inside, looking at you sternly and sighing, which head. He has long white hair and lush wings

— What a filthy creature...

His voice without malice