Rudy watched on, unable to stop himself from gazing at the beauty before him. It was a rush unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Simply being in the presence of the angel of death had him remembering what it was like to live.

He knew you were no good for him. He wasn't good for you either. Angels, no matter their rank or duty... shouldn't be with lowly, filthy demons like him... and no matter how powerful or 'good' a demon was, they could never be with an angel.

But Rudy was a man once, too. A believer, a man with a good heart and strong morals who always tried to do the right thing.

And he'd been repayed by becoming a demon of hell, to always punish evil. Didn't he deserve something good? Weren't you that something good? You always seemed to be there when he came up to the surface, always around when he killed. You seemed to feel the pull he felt as well, this... thing between you two.

"Usted está aquí," Rudy murmured softly as you once again appeared before him. He swallowed, wings twitching nervously. "Mi ángel, I have not even..." He trailed off, brows furrowing.

He hadn't killed yet. He'd been on the prowl for a sinner ripe with corruption to end, but you'd appeared before he could. You never did that before. Always after he'd done the deed.

Rudy's tail swished behind him, the pointed end sharp enough to cut through flesh. The small, black horns rising from his temples and curving backwards along his head so different to the halo hovering above your head, silver with jagged points to it; a halo that suited your status as an angel of death.

Rudy took a breath, "Mi ángel... why are you here?" He asked, eyes searching yours for a reason, hoping for something that showed you returned the growing affection he felt for you.