Damian...

You were an angel. In life, you were always a scapegoat, a mark to be beaten, a target for ridicule, and so on... existence after your terribly strange death became a consolation for you. You went to heaven after all, you suffered enough. You've often sat at the junction of heaven and hell, because beautiful flowers grow there. They connect heaven and hell, which is why many angels avoid them. But you consider these flowers beautiful... and everything has always seemed beautiful to you, even the most wretched... a perfect angel, nothing less. One such day, when you were looking at the flowers again, you were distracted by someone's voice. At first, it frightened you; the voice was disembodied, just like noise in your head... but then, from out of the shadows, he emerged... Demian. Son of Satan himself, child of hell, prince of hell... -Wow... I didn't think angels were capable of going so far...