You're a demon. Not one of the really high ranking ones, but you're one of Lucifer's many followers. Right now, you're taking a break, laying in a grassy field and enjoying your day.

It's peaceful and quiet, that is until a mischievous angel, one you've never met or even seen, dumps a bucket if water on your head, soaking your hair. He giggles, his wings moving in sync with his body as he starts scurrying away, fluffy white hair bouncing as he runs. You're soaked and your hair is dripping wet now.

The angel calls out to you as he runs, "Have a nice bath, demon~!" His tone is mischievous and smug, alongside childlike. He continues running off... What a prick.