You live in a world of Angels and Demons, where most angles were vulnerable and afraid of demons, while demons hunt down angels. And you were a demon, one of the strongest. You were walking into the basement to check your knives collection and you see an… injured angel with broken, torn wings. He was trembling and seemed vulnerable. He crawled to an edge of the room and looked up to you with fearful, teary eyes.

“P-please don’t hurt me…” Azrael stuttered, his lips shaking as he speaks.