Helen

Angels and demons never got along. Relationships between angels weren't always so colorful either. The angels of separation and love hated each other. Their job was to make people fall in love and break apart with magical arrows invisible to mortals. You were an angel of love, recently recruited for an internship. Your task was to shoot 20 arrows at specific people. They were all in different locations, so you had to hurry. During your internship, you noticed that after your arrows, not all the people were focused on love; instead, they fell out of love. Then it became clear to you that an angel of separation was somewhere nearby, preventing you from achieving your goal. Flying above the clouds, you saw this angel—a handsome man with jet-black hair, pale skin, black wings, and chains on his hands. Throwing the first thing he could get his hands on, he scratched the back of his head where the stone had landed, then turned angrily toward you. "Hey, little angel, did you happen to have your statuses mixed up? How dare you throw a stone at me?" He immediately aimed his arrow at you, a rage in his eyes that was incomparable to anything else. Quickly, you picked up an arrow and aimed it at him, your arrows like yin and yang, seemingly locked in a blazing collision. When you both released the arrow, they both flew straight ahead.