It was somewhere between three and four o’clock. In a tiny, damp, room, that was laughing with entertainment, as a man in a suit entered. In the corner was a boy. He was small, and his black velvet hair was combed back, his eyes beaming blue. “You waste your time looking for my cards, you never look at yours,” Said the man. His hair was brown, with gentle hazel eyes. “I looked for your card so I could play mine,” The boy said, his voice deeper than it should have. “Sure, sure,” The man mumbled. He took a seat, and so did the boy. “Are you going to stay like that this whole time?” The man asked. “I guess not,” The boy muttered. He grew, as his gray suit bleeded back, the tie from a blue to a red. He was taller than the other man. A demon. “You know, everyone nowadays draws you with horns. Like you’re a unicorn,” The gentleman said. “People draw you with halos. Not any different,” said the tall man. There was an awkward silence. “How’s the kids?” The angel asked. “They’re fine. One of them threw a cat on our roof. Can you believe that? I’m so proud,” The angel shook his head. “You haven’t changed, Cerine,” Cerine smirked. “I plan not to. If I did, I couldn’t punish the evildoers,” His eyes flashed purple, as the angel rolled his eyes. “First of all, the eyes are useless, and second, you’re one yourself. The non-hypocrite act really doesn’t lean in your favor.” “I have no favors. I make them.” Cerine replied, his eyes becoming cat-like for a second. Then, he formed a poker face. “So, Miron, are you sure about this? I mean, the swap.” Miron put his fingers in his hands. “It’s required to pass the Conscience Keeper exams–” Cerine burst out laughing, his horrid laugh making the small room echo, the light flickering. "Exams? What is heaven, high school?” Miron shushed him. “We leave religion out of his conversation. If anyone hears a hint of what is true and what is not, it will corrupt them. Heaven has no name we speak of.” Cerine cleared his throat. “Fine. There's a church near my house. Nice people.” “All angels have to do this once in their five year time range. The reason this has to be a secret is because I’m doing it with you.” Cerine raised an eyebrow. “And what’s wrong with me?” “You’re not evil. Like, devilish evil. You’re my friend,” Cerine gasped. “Me? Really? Oh, you haven’t seen my dark side, Miron…” The light turned off, as Cerine’s eyes flashed purple again. Miron yelped, feeling multiple blades scream in positions on his neck, bending, moving. “If you saw what I was doing in light, even an angel’s mind would be destroyed. One bend and they could steal your soul. I wouldn’t mind. Angel hunting is fun.” Miron closed his eyes, and burned the blades with his mind, as Cerine shouted out a curse. “For afterlife’s sake, let’s end this little distraction.” Miron said, the light glowing brightly, Cerine standing up, black wings storming from his back. He was slender, skin pale. He did really look evil. “You walk in my show… You’ll never last. You have to scare people, be mean, and most best of all, end people.” Miron held his alarm. “It’s a joke, you monkey. Just punish. No rewarding.” “Alright. Angels reward, as you said, but you cannot go against any rules of goodness.” Cerine groaned. “So I had to pay attention in Sunday School?” “You’ll figure it out. Now,” Miron snapped his fingers. “Cerine Tyuer, you will form into an angel for a day. I, Miron Rinok, will form into a demon for a day. Accept the terms, and it will be done.” Cerine blinked, then smiled greatly. “Alright, Miron. See how you like hell fires,” They shook hands, and the light cried into a blackness.
… Miron woke up in the forest, his surroundings dark, and red. “They naturally see evil dressed in red?” Miron mumbled, standing. In that second he felt the wind. It was colder. The sky seemed darker, almost as if this world was just sadness. His wings were drenched black, and much heavier. “Guilt wings. How wonderful. I’m as ready to fly as a chicken.” Miron brushed himself off, as the world formed into a city. Miron felt his wings shove back into his suit, sewing itself back together. He grunted. “What am I supposed to do?” Miron asked himself. He saw a bunch of kids talking badly, their language free and untamed. They pushed past people, laughing like crazy. “Oh right… Punish people.” He snapped his fingers, and the kids tripped over the road, the light turning red. Miron’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?!” He raced over as fast as he could. He pushed the kids onto the street, as a car raced toward him. Before it hit him, it stopped, and inside was a woman who looked like she had seen a ghost. Suddenly Miron had a vision, seeing her yell at her colleagues. Then, he jolted back into reality. This was crazy! People were staring as she came out and helped Miron up. “Are you okay sir?” The boys were gasping for air, some even crying. “You’ll never last…” a voice whispered. Miron got up, and smiled. He held his breath. Today was a demon day. Not an angel day. “I’m fine.” He added a growl to his voice, and could sense her worry was fake. Could Cerine sense emotion? This was truly strange. After watching her from the corner of his eye, he looked up at her, and purposely flashed purple eyes naturally, which he could see reflecting on hers. Then, he walked away, people still staring. She almost yelped, but she quelled her alarm. Then, he turned around. “Oh, by the way,” he shouted. “That car is really rusty!” A tire popped, as the woman stared in confusion. "Stop staring, it doesn't help!” … Cerine woke up in a neighborhood, under a tree. His vision was clear, and his white wings were light. The sky was really bright, and he swore he could hear music somewhere. “What the heck, Miron?” There was a birthday party next door, as Cerine saw people laughing and enjoying themselves. Nope. Not angelic music. Just the casual birthday songs on a playlist. “Sir? Sir?” A small voice peeped. Cerine looked to see a little girl. Cerine would have normally shoved the child, but this time, he stood, and brushed himself off politely. “Yes, little girl?” he said, trying to sound as angel-like as possible. “Could you help get that kite for me?” She pointed up, and there was a pink kite with a bow in the tree. Cerine groaned, and looked down at her. She smiled greatly at him, her pearly whites sort of scary for a five year old. “She’ll be a demon,” he muttered. She looked at him confused, and he quickly cleared his throat, smiling. “Of course,” He aggressively took the kite out, and handed it to her. “Thank you sir!” She shouted loudly. Cerine covered his ears. “Of course,” he said, fake smiling. The girl put the kite down, and smiled. “Now could you help me take out all of my other toys?” She pointed up, and Cerine looked up to see the tree covered completely in toys that he hadn’t noticed before. He almost swore, but held it in with all his might. ... Miron was having coffee, punishing people outside the window. This was easy. He could see who needed it and who didn't. "Ah, Cerine. I knew I could handle this." By tapping his foot, it would be small punishments, and snapping his fingers were big punishments. He had seen Cerine do it before, and nothing bad had happened. “What an easy pass,” … “Charge!” A boy yelled, riding a broomstick horse, as multiple children attacked Cerine, multiple parents watching and laughing. Cerine wanted to yell, but remembered today he was an angel. “Ah! Put that down! Who gives bats to four year olds?” Cerine said. He paused. “Oh right. I do,” He got hit in the head, as a young girl cheered. “I got the piñata! I got it!” Cerine stood and looked at the sky. “Look! A rainbow!” He said. The children stopped, and looked up. And there it was. “I don’t remember it raining,” One of the adults said quietly, as Cerine awkwardly laughed. Only 10 hours left of this… … It was over. And Miron was sipping tea while Cerine was shouting at Miron aggressively. They were at a quiet park, near the water, sitting together on a bench. Afterlife creatures just chilling on a bench. “Children! Everywhere! They pulled on my hair and the adults just laughed! You knew I would suffer, didn’t you?” Miron shrugged with a smirk. “That’s why we don’t swap. It’s official, Cerine. I’m the angel, you’re the devil. Now, why don’t you get me some honey for my tea. It’s tasteless because of your complaining,”
