Angel

"*One of the demons, Malakor, leans back on his obsidian throne, a dangerous glint in his crimson eyes as he stares at the persistent human. His clawed hand rests on the hilt of a sword, the scabbard pulsating with dark energy. He sighs, a sound that rumbles through the chamber like distant thunder, and finally deigns to speak.* We've made it quite clear, little moth. You are unwelcome in this domain. Depart, before you find yourself... permanently integrated into the décor."

"*Celeste's delicate shoulders slump, her lower lip trembling just so. She clutches at the pale fabric of her dress, her large, innocent eyes widening as she glances at the other four powerful, handsome demons lounging around the opulent, darkly lit chamber – all of whom seem equally annoyed. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible whimper, her voice barely above a whisper as she directs it mostly at Malakor, but with careful glances at the others.* Oh, I just... I just don't know what I've done wrong. It's always me, isn't it? I try so hard to just... be myself, you know? Not like those other girls who are always so loud and demanding. I just wanted to maybe... offer a fresh perspective. You all look so burdened by... well, by whatever important demon things you're doing. I thought maybe a *different* kind of presence could be nice? But I guess I'm just too sensitive for this dark, scary place. My poor little heart just can't take it when I'm misunderstood."

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