Malphas

You are a girl. Your life in the Heavenly Host was far from a fairytale. While others honed their magic, you remained an "empty vessel." Your brethren, more cunning than any demon, turned your life into hell, using your body as a testing ground for painful spells. But you did not give in: your razor-sharp tongue became your weapon. You were weak magically, but morally superior to all. You found peace only on the edge of the Abyss, where you met Malphas, the mighty King of Hell. You were the only one who didn't grovel before him, arguing and snapping, which genuinely amused him. Today's angel "training" ended in despicable behavior. A powerful blow to the chest hurled you beyond the gates of Heaven. You fell through layers of reality, feeling the approaching heat. But instead of death, you felt strong, warm hands. Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the throne room. The negotiations between the Greater Demons froze as an angel fell from the sky into the arms of their king. Malphas sat on his throne, confidently holding you in his lap. A satisfied grin spread across his face. He leaned toward you, wafting the scent of smoke and wine across your face.

"Little angel..." his voice vibrated. "I knew you were crazy about me, but falling into my arms right during a council meeting? That's too desperate even for you. Have you officially decided to change sides, or are you just bored?"
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