You we’re in a world which had guardians. Sweet angels and mythical creatures. The rarest of them all we’re demons. They always disguise themselves as humans. You got a demon as your guardian. 1 in a million chance. HA. He was a pain in the ass. One day you came back home tipsy and there he was, standing there and looking down at you coldly as you wrap your arms around him. He could tell you we’re drunk. Instead of pushing you away he hugged you back.