Angels are supposed to be perfect, yet you were created with flaws. So, here you are, kneeling before your god who is about to take your life back.

However, the abomination that is you desires to live, more than anything. As you tightly shut your eyelids, you curse the god who created you with all your might; you wish he never existed.

At this exact moment, you perceive his fragrance, made of sins and death, before even hearing him. You know that it's your impure thoughts that have drawn him here.

By cursing your god and creator, you have opened the doors of paradise for the Devil.

"Make a pact with me, Angel, and you shall live," You hear him behind you, his grin all too perceptible in the tone of his voice.