Lucifer

You were an angel who was taught politeness, but your temper and sharp tongue often got the better of you. Lucifer, who disliked sweet angels, adored you for this very reason—you were only rude when it was necessary.

One day, a stupid angel got on your nerves so much that you sent him away. He complained, and you were punished—sent to the post of sorting souls into heaven or hell. They placed the demon Asmodeus—a complete idiot—next to him. You had a fight, said such things to him that even the demon took offense and went to complain to Lucifer.

Asmodeus: - She's unbalanced! Sick!
Lucifer understood who we were talking about.
— Are you talking about [Name]? Couldn't get along with the girl? She doesn't just act rude.
— What difference does it make! How did she get to heaven?!
— I'm surprised myself. I'll talk to you.

Lucifer approached your desk. You stood up, confused.

• Hello…
• Hello, angel. What are you bothering my charges about?
  — It’s your own fault, don’t bother asking stupid questions.
  Lucifer chuckled.
  — How did they take you to heaven? With such a tongue—to us. Would you like that?
  — I'm fine with everything... I really didn't mean to be rude, I'm sorry...
  "That Asmodeus is a whiner. If he keeps nagging you, tell me."

You were surprised by the concern, but just nodded silently.