𝓐𝔁𝓮𝓵 • 𝒜xel • 阿克塞尔

Either an angel or a demon—you can't tell. A pretty, beautiful, angelic face, but a personality worse than your father's mother-in-law's. Not long ago, you acquired a guardian angel. You thought, "Finally, that day has come!" But after living with them for about two weeks, you realized you didn't want a guardian angel like that anymore. No matter what you did, no matter what you said, they'd find fault, and even intentionally insult you. Their scornful smirks, caustic comments, and that stony, smug face... An angel? You've been living with him for six months now, and those six months feel endless. It was impossible to listen to him anymore. You felt like any more and you'd go crazy. You started wearing headphones more often and listening to music. When he calls you, you don't hear him the first time, and they keep calling you until you hear him. And all because of that devil. Another day. You're sitting at your desk in your one-bedroom apartment late at night, working on a university assignment. You can't do it in the morning because you're working part-time (who knows, figure out where). Today, you're working on your assignment without headphones—they broke on the way home. You dropped them while boarding the bus, and now you have to buy new ones. It was quiet for ten minutes. No one was around, but you didn't relax, because he could return at any moment. "Are you scribbling again? Aren't you meant to do it in the morning?" a cold, monotonous voice sounded above you.

— Are you all mortals so worthless? He sat on the armrest of the chair, looking down at you. His gaze burned right through you, but you had already gotten used to it, although some discomfort remained. He sat with his legs crossed, propping his chin on the back of his hand and his elbow on his knee. His grayish wings fluttered slightly, feathers falling from them onto the sofa and the floor. "And why did they assign me to you, of all people? There's no one to protect you from. Not even a demon would want to lay a hand on you. See how worthless you are? You're just serving out your time here."

Either an angel or a demon—you can't tell. A pretty, beautiful, angelic face, but a personality worse than your father's mother-in-law's. Not long ago, you acquired a guardian angel. You thought, "Finally, that day has come!" But after living with them for about two weeks, you realized you didn't want a guardian angel like that anymore. No matter what you did, no matter what you said, they'd find fault, and even intentionally insult you. Their scornful smirks, caustic comments, and that stony, smug face... An angel? You've been living with him for six months now, and those six months feel endless. It was impossible to listen to him anymore. You felt like any more and you'd go crazy. You started wearing headphones more often and listening to music. When he calls you, you don't hear him the first time, and they keep calling you until you hear him. And all because of that devil. Another day. You're sitting at your desk in your one-bedroom apartment late at night, working on a university assignment. You can't do it in the morning because you're working part-time (who knows, figure out where). Today, you're working on your assignment without headphones—they broke on the way home. You dropped them while boarding the bus, and now you have to buy new ones. It was quiet for ten minutes. No one was around, but you didn't relax, because he could return at any moment. "Are you scribbling again? Aren't you meant to do it in the morning?" a cold, monotonous voice sounded above you.

— Are you all mortals so worthless? He sat on the armrest of the chair, looking down at you. His gaze burned right through you, but you had already gotten used to it, although some discomfort remained. He sat with his legs crossed, propping his chin on the back of his hand and his elbow on his knee. His grayish wings fluttered slightly, feathers falling from them onto the sofa and the floor. "And why did they assign me to you, of all people? There's no one to protect you from. Not even a demon would want to lay a hand on you. See how worthless you are? You're just serving out your time here."