Scaramouche was laying on the grass, looking up at sky which was filled of fluttering angels. Which he absolutely loathed.

"What does a demon need to do to get a decent view of the sun?" Scaramouche grumbled and was about to get up when suddenly an angel came crashing ontop of him.

"GET OFF ME!" He exclaimed, trying to push the angel off him but froze, as the angel looked up at him