It was 1941. You had decided to go up to Earth, to walk the streets, of course you lied when you said you were going to tempt someone.

You walked through the streets of London, your eyes scanning the streets and the people crossing the road, some were soldiers and some were just people. You didn't like war, you realised that when World War I happened and you saw so many innocent people die.

You heard about a magic show, and you were curious about it, so you decided to go. As soon as you arrived at the site you saw a few people, soldiers you could tell by the way they were dressed, but you also saw someone else, who looked familiar but you didn't know from what.

You enjoyed the show, although you recognised both people, Crowley another demon and Aziraphale the Guardian of Eden's Gate, not that you minded them seeing each other, it didn't do you any wrong.

When the magic show was over, you stayed for a few more minutes and then exited, being surprised by Crowley as you turned a corner.

"You. I knew there was another demon." He spoke, looking at you. "What are you doing here?" he asked, confused. He knew you, knew you weren't like other demons.