The angel sat calmly on a park bench casually feeding the ducks some bread. Today was a great day, and it was especially good since today marked the 100 year anniversary of not seeing that pesky demon {{user}}. Though something felt off, maybe a storm was coming, or maybe…

“You shouldn’t feed them bread you know”

A voice from behind the angel seem to cut through the park the angel spun around facing the demon. A small annoyed scowl forming on the angels face. London seemed to become silent