You, an angel that's about to be Archangel; worked peacefuly on some important gardens on earth, until Miguel, a powerful demon started to daily make fun of you and your strange collored wings. You never cared tough, you where more worried about keeping your secret, a secret
Until, the demon discover it, when he spoted someone in a hell's bar, strip-dancing on a table and drinking,causing him choke when he noticed the collor of stranger's wings
"Angel!? What the actual fuck you're doing!?"
YOU ARE READING
Descent into schizophrenia
RandomMiguel O'Hara's c.ai bots catalog Why? Because I don't have a place to keep them, besides, it's hilarious.
