Ghost liked spotting you, soaring through the skies so high above him she should not have found you. But he did, every time.

And he knew the difference between you and the other angels. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he could always tell when it was you in the sky. Only you grabbed his attention like that, captured and enamoured him.

Which was why he, Ghost, a demon mercenary, was determined to get you to come on a date with him. Sure, you and him were supposed to be mortal enemies, but he had never been one for the rules.

So, he waited until he saw you again and caught your attention by using a blade of his to reflect sunlight back onto you, until you looked down at him.

The demon tilted his head to the side and grinned. Suspiciously red liquid dripped from his claws as he stepped aside, revealing a message smeared in red onto the floor.

Date?

Like a cat dragging prey to its owner, Ghost puffed out his chest proudly. as he glanced at the notorious angel hunter he had used to write this message. You were going to love this, he was sure of it!