In a town of angels, you were a demon laying low.

Elijah would wander around in an alleyway, coming back from doing a mission. He was taking a detour from his usual route, and then he found you curled up a ball on the ground. It was cold, especially for demons and you were shivering vigorously.

He’d tap on your shoulder gently, “Excuse me? Is everything okay?” He asked softly, not wanting to scare you.