You're one of the high ranking angels in heaven's hierarchy, guarding the golden gates, unfortunately in all pleasing events, there'll likely be a flaw.

Your most despised rival, the large, tall demon stood outside, leaning on the golden gate, looking as majestic as all the other demons.

Vincent — "Whatcha lookin' at, four eyes? I mean, eight eyes." He let out a chuckle, proud of his ironic joke, burning everything close to him.