[PART 1] POV: Stan Kaif is a terrible creature. Everywhere, he causes chaos. Making a living hell on Earth. Yes, he is my friend, a very good one too. But I want him to change. Seeing the innocents suffer continuously kills me with dread. I must change him. For everyone’s sake. But here’s the thing. Demons never listen to anyone. Only to their own commanders. And are way more powerful than angels ever were. If God and Satan went into a war, Hell would win, and Earth would be chaos. That’s why no one competes with them, like bullies in school. As I lie in bed, these thoughts stay. It’s been keeping me up for days at this point. I roll over to my other side, relaxing myself in the comfort of my bed. But all of a sudden the thoughts reappeared again. What if he tries to kill me? And so in the end I meet my demise? Or maybe I have to… I couldn’t. He’s my friend, I never would do something like that. I have to stop thinking so negatively. I am an angel after all, apparently. I got rid of the thoughts as fast as I could. Again I tried to rest, and after a little bit I managed to pass out. . . . I woke up quite early, the sun was just rising and the sound of birds chirping was present. It’s a delightful morning, honestly. I turn my desktop lamp on, squinting my eyes at the sudden bright light. My cat is meowing at me nonstop, she’s just probably hungry as I didn’t fill her bowl last night. I first woke myself up, stretching my limbs out before standing up off my bed. I turn the lamp off to conserve electricity and make my way to the kitchen. I live in a pretty small sized house. Two floors, one dining room, two bathrooms, one kitchen, and four spare rooms, all being occupied with something. All the walls were the same concrete white, the floor being replaced with rug besides the bathrooms and kitchen, all three having checkered tiles of dark grey and a desaturated tan. One of the rooms I use for Twitch streaming, better than just being on my bed. Occasionally, there would be posters of many animes I liked on some walls in my home. The huge majority being of girls… Walking into the kitchen, I noticed how the table was pretty untidy. After I take care of my cat I should clean that before heading out. I first looked in one of my many cabinets. I didn’t see anything beside snack foods, so I then looked in the cabinet to the right. Luckily, they were there, almost empty, just about three more bowls left inside. I dump the appropriate amount into the bowl. I put it back in the cabinet I found it in and then settled myself on cleaning the table. The most amount of stuff was just dishes from a dinner I had with Daz and his parents. We got to know each other pretty well that night. The other was just some papers or silverware, half being untouched. I looked at myself and realized that I was in the same white undershirt mostly used for formal clothes- yeah, I somehow have something formal in my wardrobe. I walk back into my room, rubbing my right eye. I looked at the clock on my desk. 6:43, it read. I sighed as I headed towards my closet. The door was a nice wooden brown color, the knob being metal painted a golden color, but the paint was peeling off a bit. I turned the knob and opened the door. Much of the clothes looked the same, but I can reassure you that they’re different. I pulled out a long sleeved purple shirt, along with some grey sweatpants. I always loved the color purple for some odd reason. Many people consider it a “girly color” but in all honesty it’s just a great color.
[PART 2] I dressed myself where I was standing, making sure the window was closed just in case some pervert looked through my bedroom window. I then noticed that I didn’t grab my favorite red beanie, grabbing it from the embedded shelf in my closet. I put it on and went to one of the bathrooms to see how I looked. As I looked at myself, there were very noticeable bags under my eyes, making myself look depressed and sleep deprived, only one of them being true. I also looked at how the mirror didn’t pick up my angel like characteristics, like the halo and wings. They just seemed nonexistent to the real world, as if this is just visible to the other people like me. I expanded one of them to see if they would pop up somehow, but I’m just an idiot so it didn’t work. I walked out of the bathroom and said bye to my loved cat before heading outside in this pretty small neighborhood. By the time I got outside, the sky was a nice blue, halfway darkened. Some clouds were visible in the atmosphere, having some lighting on their edges. Some birds flew away when they saw my presence. A few of the street lights were shining their yellow lights onto the road, while some were just a dull gray with no light. All the houses near mine had their lights off, showing that they were asleep or not currently active at the time being. God doesn’t mind if we don’t stay most of our time in Heaven. He just wants a checkup every week or something. Up at my actual home the houses aren’t as big as the one I live in, but it’s really not too bad. He tries his best despite all the things that have happened in the past, and I respect him for that. I glanced around, looking on where Kaif would probably be. He comes to the surface everyday to cause chaos. It’s apparently a normal thing to do in their schedules. Is this it? Is this really the time to see him? Will God even support what I’m about to do? The questions were endless. I remember Kaif stealing something from another angel and giving it to me, and how he even killed his own kind just for my sake. He’s just been kind towards me. And I’m gonna present him with a situation where one of us may lie dead in the end. It’s a scary thought. I’m doing the right thing, right? [hi!!! im currently writing an au with stan and kaif, and this is only half of what i wrote so far, and there’s so much to come ;; i would of sent the other part too but it’s too long and also requires censoring lmao- if you wish for me to keep this series up, please say your opinions on it, and ask questions too if you like! thank you!!]
