As I stood there gazing upon the visage of a beautiful naked woman hidden behind only by the puffy fabric of a long bathing towel, her deep black eyes tempting me with a playful seductive gaze, I found myself unable to think, to move, or even say a single word. Was there even anything worthwhile to say?

That had to be a dream, a fantasy created by my weak soul and mind after being cast down on the very edge of insanity, yet it felt quite real. However, that was the first time in my life when I bared witness to such a gaze. The first time when instead of hate, disgust, and disapproval, I saw love.

“Michael?” she asked with a sweet honey-like voice.

Unfortunately, the pipes were clogged, the walls were smeared with dried blood and there was another unexpected sight. In the corner of the shower was another dead body, or at least what was left of it. It belonged to a middle-aged man who committed suicide by blowing up his brains with a gun. Guess his rotting corpse and disgusting sins were what added to the aroma of the place, but unlike his friend on the couch, he escaped my sight.

What’s wrong with me? I asked myself, seeing how I kept forgetting about various details.

Frankly speaking, it annoyed me.

That was a very pleasant... neighborhood, but not one in which I would let my beloved roam around unguarded and unprotected by my power. If he even so much as stepped out of my shadow, Michael would get jumped on by all sorts of hooligans. They would stab him, shoot him, hurt him in any way they could think of just for the simple fact that he was alive. I could not afford to let that happen. For that reason alone, I extended my presence a little further, making it known up to their very subconscious level that we were not a group with whom they wanted to mess with. It kept most of those rascals at bay, but others still dared to shoot a glare at us. As long as they didn’t act foolishly, I saw no reason in ending their pathetic little mortal lives.

Syliar led me through the alleys of that part of Tokyo, and I followed her quietly. Once more, I found myself in the position of being unable to say a single word. The only thing I could do was watch her back and swaying hips. I found it hard to believe it myself, but with each moment I spent in her presence, the more I felt entranced by her very existence. I began to feel my heart swaying in her direction, beating fast every time she spoke to me, but not out of fear. No, I wasn’t afraid of her, I was captivated.

While the path towards my new home was as clear as day for me, I did not take into account the means of transportation for getting there. By foot, we would need at least an hour or two, maybe more and flying was out of the question, at least for now. That left us with only one choice. I had to understand and learn the way human transportation worked. Luckily for me, the woman whose body I forcefully possessed knew her way around this human settlement called Tokyo. Thanks to her, I knew that in order to reach my desired destination, I had to first find a metro station. According to her memory there was one not that far away from where we were. Thus, without any further ado, we headed towards it.

The last twinkle of life in the human soldier’s eyes in front me brought a smile to my lips. That sweet idiot claiming to protect his country, yet so easily swayed by darkness and corruption. In his years of service, he killed more than he could have saved and yet he still dared to think that he did great. I laughed at him for he was nothing but a bag of meat. My blades cut deep and rend his flesh. Blood gushed out like a so delicious fountain. I stood in its path and let the delicious liquid cover me.

With my eyes closed shut, I could not see what was happening around me, but I could hear them… their screams of agony and pain as they got struck down one after another, no matter if they were part of the Yakuza or the JSDF. It made me wonder why they did not just flee from this place or called for backup, but then again, maybe they wanted to but never had the chance to do so.

Rather than thinking that this person came to save me, I thought that I was just the tasty morsel left for the end, to experience a slow, painful, and agonizing death just how everyone else in this world desired. After all, why else would they risk becoming the target of such powerful organizations?

I clenched my teeth and hoped for the madness to come to an end. Everything that happened to me so far was beyond absurd, yet I continued to live through it. Even so, I had to wonder, for how much longer would I still be able to walk upon this world?

A long time ago, when I was still a young and weak demoness, my mother told me an old something I never dared to forget: No matter the situation or the location, an archangel will never dare to lie.

I was constantly reminded that they never had, have, or will have a reason to lie to anyone about anything. They were entities of the Light who lived in a constant bliss devoted only to good and kindness. While it was very possible for them to do so if ever was so that they wanted and needed to, since the beginning of existence, all those who wore the wings of an archangel spoke the truth and nothing but the truth. Their strength, wisdom, and the very meaning of their existence gave them no reason to even try to lie in the first place.

When I was little, I could never understand why people looked at me with such hateful eyes, why they wished to harm me, and why they put so much effort into making me cry. Each day that passed by was nothing but a living hell for me, but I continued to march forward, still hoping, deep down, in my heart, that someday, maybe, I would find a little bit of happiness.

Even a small smile would have been enough for me...

There were times when I dreamed of how it would be to see someone showing me kindness. To offer me a gentle friendly pat on the shoulder or a loving embrace. I dreamed of how it would be like to have a friend to play and share various thoughts with. Unfortunately, I always woke up alone and surrounded by glares and words filled with venom.

I often found myself wondering how many humans on Earth went through the same things I did. What sort of nightmares did they witnessed or experienced so far? Or was I the only one among all the souls found in this world subjected to such tormenting suffering?

However, I had yet to experience the worst of it until that moment when I stepped through the front door of my family’s apartment.

I took off my shoes and noticed there were three other unfamiliar pairs there. I blinked surprised and wondered if we had guests. My parents often brought coworkers and friends to enjoy together the sweet aroma of some freshly brewed tea and a pleasant conversation. They could afford to do so because their guests did not seem to be the type to see any wrongdoing with how I was treated. Actually, no one seemed to care about my wellbeing and even when my brother brought his friends over, they did not hesitate to pick on me.

Every step I took on the cold damp sidewalk felt like an eternity. The drizzle covered me with small drops of rain, soaking me to the bone. I was cold, I was hungry, and my body hurt after being pushed down the flight of stairs back at school.

They all laughed at me when I fell. The teachers didn’t even bother to give me helping hand or send me to the infirmary. I just hoped I didn’t suffer anything worse than a bruise; I couldn’t afford to go to a hospital, or rather I was afraid that going there could result in much more serious injuries.

With every step I took, I dragged my weight forward, and while doing so, I remembered what a random old man once told me: “People are born with a certain luck, sometimes good and sometimes bad.”

The archangel showed me a gentle smile and then using his angelion magic, he transported us to planet Earth, the closest sapient inhabited planet from our current location. There, rather than showing my real self to these fragile mortals, I decided to take possession over the body of one of them. My target had a fragile mind that had been ravaged by narcotic substances over the course of almost a decade now. These drugs, which slowly killed her, made it impossible for her to resist my possession, although, to be honest, it did not matter whether she was healthy or not, I could even possess a saint if I wanted to.

“Please... Please don’t do it!” cried the pathetic human.

He begged me on his knees. He begged me with tears in his eyes, but I did not care nor want to listen to his pathetic cries. With a simple move of my wrist, the sharp edge of my sword slashed open his throat, and his warm red blood gushed out. He gurgled and squirmed at my feet as he gave away his last breath of life.

Was I in the wrong for mercilessly killing him like this?

Was I evil?