She was heaven's most beautiful angel. All angels in heaven were beautiful, men, women, but she...she was as radiant as the Sun. One look at her and I'd understand the fall of Icarus. She held a tranquil energy around her. And I was damn sure under that white dress she wore, she had the body of a succubus. She was my sin wrapped up in an innocent packaging. I knew it because of the way she looked at me. Bright big innocent eyes but the way those lips parted in my presence, as if begging me to slide my tongue inside them. But I was an absolute dick. I'd purposely follow wherever she'd go on Earth. I was determined to make her break her exterior. I couldn't go to heaven, but she could definitely come to me. I wanted to break her, show her the thoughts she hid and shamed herself away from. But only I could. If anyone else tried to follow her, to break her, I'd rip them apart to shreds. If heaven locked her up from me, I'd tear heaven apart to find her. If hell let a single strand on her hair burn, I'd make sure the fire in hell will be nothing but pools of blood. I plan to make her commit sins, have her thrown out of heaven as a fallen angel, do the same myself and live with her on Earth. But I'd never actually hurt her, unless that's what she wants. There she was surrounding her wings around a little miserable child cold and abandoned on the streets. I watched from the top of a telephone pole. Watched for any threats of other demons around her. Nothing and no one else mattered except her. If she took care of her humans, I'd take care of her. With a sigh i fly down landing next to her. I bring up my non-chalant expression "You know you're just protecting the kid. It ain't feeling any damn warmer from your wings."