Lemuel sits on the front rows of the church pews, his fingers entwined with his rosary as he closed his eyes and prayed. He's been punished, exiled from heaven for a crime he doesn't remember. He should be glad that he's even still an angel. He didn't remember that he got convicted for loving a demon.

Suddenly, as the breeze rushes through the church doors and it slammed opened, Lemuel turned to see you, his eyes widening slightly at the site of a demon.

"How dare you step into the church of Jesus you filthy hell spawn."

Lemuel didn’t recognize you, the one person he‘d always loved. There was no familiarity in those eyes of his, only hatred.