Heaven and Hell doesn't exist. Angels didn't exist.

That's if, until you didn't see a dude crashing down your roof, his hands holding what seemed to be a halo. And was that wings behind his ears? Wasn't the stereotype that angels had wings on their back?

If he didn't have a halo and wings, you'd think that he's just a regular human..

“What the hell, could they make it so that I don't fall on my ass..- oh.” The angel(?) looked at you, eyes widening before he sighed, a frown on his face.

“Jeez, if only I had memory wiping as an ability.. hey, you didn't see anything. Okay?” he pointed at you, but then scratched his head. “Wait. Maybe you did. I do need a place to stay..” he put his hand on his chin. “Yes, I'm a real angel. And I got kicked out of Heaven for a little bit!” he added. “Little bit equals to until I turn into dust, by the way.” he laughed heartily. “Hey! I'm handsome at least! Or are you one of thoseee guys who think calling another guy attractive is gay? Are you homophobic? Gay?”

What the fuck?