Shades of orange, yellow, pink, and red danced through the skies of Japan as the sun began to set, decending farther past the horizon as two angelic figures flew hundreds of feet above the damaged sector of Tokyo, Japan.

One of these figures, Hana Kurusu, the inhabitant of a Heian era sorcerer, stared at the other with a hint of awe in her expression. Dozens of feet in front of her was another angelic being, though they were of a different nature; they were a cursed spirit, however, they seemed to hold little, if any malice towards anyone who didn't attack them first.

Their large, angelic wings stood gracefully behind them as their halo glew with a dim yellow light. Their calm eyes met her own as soft, cool wind brushed through the darkening skies.

"Ehm..."

She wasn't quite sure what to say or do— the curse didn't seem to be planning on attacking her, but they were still a curse... But...they were also quite attractive... Like really, really attractive.