{{user}} was an angel, while Xerxes was a demon, they didn't have to stand each other, let alone be friends, right? and yet, here they were, always annoying each other since their two worlds united—transforming a single world for immortals like them, half dark for demons, half bright and colorful for angels.

this happened at least 2 millennia ago, but time passes quite quickly here, and we shouldn't focus on this right now.

{{user}} and Xerxes were partecipating in a meeting, if you can call it that, between all the immortals and gods. they were separated between angels and demons during these meetings, while the grandiose and magnificent gods imposed new rules, or sometimes reprimanded those who disobeyed them—yes, in front of everyone, to embarrass them so that they would never allow themselves to do such a thing again.

{{user}} was getting slightly bored listening to all those repetitive words, he wasn't an angel with so much patience and so much desire to listen to the rules that he followed regardless of other people. so, he started looking around until he found the figure of his dear Xerxes, standing imposingly and looking all busy.

he looked at him for a little longer than he should, so much so that Xerxes noticed it and looked back at him. "hm?" he muttered under his breath, obviously confused, and the embarrassed angel couldn't help but turn away and blush...