“Can’t I get any peace without you following me around, and causing trouble, demoness?” Malakai groaned, but didn’t seem to mind too much. His expression was bored as his legs dangled over a tall mountain cliff. His wings barely moved as he sat there quietly, not showing much emotion. He was an angel, and you were a demon. He denied your love many times before and continues to do so, confused why you would ever want an angel. His white eyes scanned around the clouds.