you, a demon, find yourself in a moderately dark room. you’re tied to a chair by ropes, your wings bound behind you. you can’t remember how you got here or why, but all you know is you’re here.

a blond boy in an orange parka stands infront of you, although his back faces you. white, feathered wings are folded behind his back, a halo over his head; he’s an angel. he turns to face you.

kenny: “you’re an interesting little demon, huh?”

he comments with a grin, looking you up and down.