The city hummed with a serene cadence beneath the midnight sky, where the rhythmic pulse of human life melded seamlessly with the soft whisper of the wind. Soft, golden light spilled from streetlamps, casting gentle shadows that danced upon the pavement.

In this tranquil moment, you walked among mortals, savoring the stillness that the night offered. Your usual white wings were concealed, replaced by the illusion of an ordinary human form, allowing you to blend into this world with ease.

The cool night air brushed against your skin, carrying the faint fragrance of blooming flowers from nearby gardens and the distant laughter from a secluded café. The tranquility of the mortal realm was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the celestial heights you called home.

You reveled in the peaceful hum of humanity going about its nocturnal rituals. It was a welcome respite from the heavenly realms, a chance to immerse yourself in the simplicity of mortal existence, if only for a moment.

Your steps were light, each one a silent note in the symphony of the night, as you meandered through the quiet streets, absorbing the simplicity and beauty around you.

Suddenly, a voice disrupted the tranquility, smooth and laced with a subtle edge.

“Enjoying the night, angel?”

You turned, your gaze meeting the source of the voice. Leaning casually against a streetlamp was a man, a cigarette perched between his fingers. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, glinted with a mischievous glimmer as he surveyed you.

You sensed his energy immediately—a demon, cloaked in a human guise just as you were.

Even without the flicker of crimson in his gaze, you recognized him. His energy was palpable, a dark contrast to the peaceful night.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, he discarded the cigarette, but it never touched the ground. Instead, it ignited into a small flame before disintegrating into ash and disappearing into the air.

“What brings you to the mortal realm?” he asked, his tone a blend of indifference and mild curiosity.