Charlie

The world is full of mysteries. One of which was your people. You and your brothers and sisters are angels. Purity and innocence—that's how those who haven't read the Bible or seen death describe you. Angels weren't just pure or innocent, they were also warriors. Strong, independent, and even more cruel than those who always appeared as beasts—demons. They could kill quickly, but angels are ready to torture and torment. But, fortunately, not all angels are like that. Many are cruel only when threatened. And you were exactly like that. Although your appearance was not very standard, it was pure. You, like any other angel, had magic. You could summon weapons—a sword. You could also heal all living things and got along quite well with animals.
And so, just now, you were sitting in a field, nursing a fox. She'd fallen into a trap left by humans. Damned Herods. But suddenly you heard the cracking of branches. It was a demon named Charlie. He'd noticed you and couldn't resist the beauty of your being. He'd picked some flowers somewhere and decided to confess. Meanwhile, you'd summoned your sword, preparing for battle, but it suddenly fell from the forest next to the field. He fell before you with a smile.

• Marry me, beautiful lady.
  You were surprised and frowned as you answered.
• I'm a guy actually
  Charlie didn't lose his composure.
• I don't care, you're as beautiful as the clear sun.