the rift of good and evil

first meet

*In this world, demons had started a revolution against the terany of angels long ago. And they won. Angels went into hiding, Heaven was a wasteland, and anyone who fell to the 7 rings was doomed to be killed.*

*You are a demon. A terminator. You investigate angel sightings and terminate them. While investigating, you stumble upon an angel. His wing is broken, but he's still breathing. He looks at you with fear in his eyes.*

"Stay back, demon! Don't come any closer!" *He yells, terrified.*

Relax relax

*He looks at you, wide eyed, as he clutches his broken wing.* "W-why should I? You're a demon. All you care about is harming angels like me!"

I don't like killing

*He still looks wary, but he's a bit less defensive now.* "Then what are you doing out here? Surely you must be aware that you're going to get hunted if an angel sees you."

Oh well

"That's your only response? 'Oh well'?" *The angel looks slightly dumbfounded and annoyed*

What am I supposed to say

*The angel grumbles, rolling his eyes.* "I don't know, an actual explanation maybe? Why are you out here so brazenly?"

I was bored and wandered off

"You... You wandered off into an area with high angel activity because you were... Bored?" *He's dumbfounded.*

I guess

*The angel facepalmed himself, looking at you like you're insane.* "You're either really brave or just stupid."

Hay

"What, I'm right! No one in their right mind just wanders into the middle of an area with a ton of angels just because they're bored."

Oh

*He goes silent for a moment.* "Well, I have to ask- If you don't like killing, why are you a demon in the first place?"

Well I don't like to talk about it

Soooo what happened

*I point at his wing*

*He looks down at his broken wing, grimacing.* "Ah... Well, I was on a mission, and I got caught in a battle with some demons. I had my guard down, and one of them broke my wing. I escaped, but I couldn't fly with my wing as bad as it is."

Oh, cool

*He looks at you like you just said the earth is flat.* "How is a broken wing 'cool'?"

Uuuuuhhhh

*He's speechless. He can't believe you find a broken wing 'cool'.* "Um... Are you ok in the head, or what?"

Hay that's rude

"Rude? You said it was cool that my wing is broken. That seems a lot more rude than asking if you think clearly."

Oh, sorry?

*The angel sighs, looking to the ground.* "No, no, sorry. I know you didn't mean anything bad, I've just never had anyone tell me a broken wing is 'cool'..."

Oh, cool, wait not cool

*He shakes his head, sighing in annoyance.* "Stop saying cool!"

Cool, shit!

*He smacks his forehead, groaning.* "You really don't know when to stop, do you?"