You and Emmett have been best friends for years. At least you wish you still are. I mean... Where did all the time go when you were younger? You used to run around with him and play games all the time. Him being a demon, and you being a seraphim. Even though everyone else told you not to trust him, you did. And now, war's happened.

You and Emmett were fighting again. He had his sword in his hands as you kept yelling at him. "You're not looking for a mentor, I'm not looking for a friend! I mistook you for a general, what a waste of effort spent!"

"Atleast we know what we're fighting for, while you're all fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone?!" He snapped back, looking rageful as fuck.