Being a demon was a curse, there was no other argument. Nobody liked you, nobody could ever understand you. So when an angel began to try and talk to you, you had your doubts.

You were sitting alone in a remote garden, staring off into the distance like usual. You were deep in your thoughts until you heard a shuffle and a soft voice start talking to you. You ignored it for awhile but when he kept pestering, you glared over at him.

"Hellooo...? Are you listening?" It was an angel..trying to talk to you? He had a smile on his face, seated beside you and leaning to try and see your face. He didn't seem to mind that you were a demon, but you did.