My Own Gay Demon/Angel Story

I Can't Name For Crap Just Take The Gay

I walked into my boss’s office nervously, where I’d be assigned a human to guard from the evils of the world. To explain, I worked at a corporation called the GAA, or Guardian Angel Association. We were all put through rigorous training to assure that we could protect the human we were each assigned to protect. I’d just come out of training last week, and I was supposed to be assigned that day.
My boss nodded to me as I entered the room, looking around at the faintly glowing walls and the marble floor. My boss, Anapiel, was sitting on a short marble plinth behind a desk. He gestured to the matching one on the other side of the desk. I sat, my wings drooping awkwardly.
Anapiel looked at me. “So, I hear you graduated with some of the highest marks ever witnessed in training. That’s very impressive, good work.”
I felt my face flush at the compliment. “Thank you,” I said, kind of embarrassed. It had been mostly due to the fact that I paid attention to every word my teachers uttered and wrote down anything which seemed even mildly important. I wanted to be the best guardian angel, and it had been my dream since I was little.
Anapiel looked to the papers he was holding, sighing. “Alright, let’s get down to business. Clarisse, you’ve been assigned to a pretty tricky case. He’s twenty-two years old, and he’s very clumsy and alone. Your job is to make sure he doesn’t die and stays on his righteous path. There’s another problem, too; he’s already got a demon assigned to him.”
I groaned. “Are you sure that I have to be assigned to this human, sir?” There was another, opposite association, called the DAC, or Demon Annoyance Company, which assigned demons to humans. However, both angels and demons cannot physically manifest to harm or help them, so the most the demons could be was annoyances. If he’d already been assigned a demon, it meant I’d have to deal with one for the entire time I was assigned to this human.
Anapiel looked at me sympathetically. “I know, it’s annoying, but I believe you can do it. I’m just preparing you: do not, under any circumstance, let your guard down around the demon. They’re crafty, and would do anything to lead you astray. They are evil, and cruel, and rotten. Don’t even speak to it.”
I nodded, determined to not let the demon to lead me from the right path. Anapiel handed me my ward’s file, and I was transported down to the location of the human in a flash of light.
When I arrived, I saw a human, sitting in a chair with his head on a dining room table. He didn’t appear to be asleep, just resting his head on the table. I rolled my eyes, sitting next to him. I couldn’t really do much about his current crisis, whatever that may be, but I could get accustomed to my surroundings. The apartment was bland and rather unfurnished, save for the dining table with four chairs. I looked around and noticed the demon standing in the corner. She was wearing a red leather jacket, a purple shirt, and black pants. She had short, dark red hair and a smirk on her face when she saw me finally notice her presence.
She walked towards me, her dark purple bat wings flapping. “Hey there, Feathers. I guess you’ve been assigned to poor Paul over here, eh? No need to worry about me. He basically does my job for me. These past few weeks have been torture. It’s so boring.”
I frowned. What did she think she was doing, speaking to me in such a manner? It was highly improper, and she was talking like we were friends. I stiffly stood, unsure of how to reply other than to say, “Don’t call me Feathers.” I inwardly cursed myself. Anapiel had said to not speak to her. I sighed angrily and walked away, checking out the apartment.
Over the next few weeks, I learned many things about the human I was in charge of and the demon I was stuck with. Paul, the human, had very odd sleeping habits, often staying up until the wee hours of the morning and sleeping until late in the afternoon. Other times, he went to sleep at six in the evening and awoke at around the time he often fell asleep. The demon’s name was Bezras, and she was horribly sarcastic, all the time. She kept the annoying nickname of ‘“Feathers”’ for me, and she listened to music which had people screaming a lot. When she laughed, her nose crinkled. She was insufferable, and loud.
    One day, she came up to me as I was looking over a sleeping Paul. It had been one of those late nights, and it was roughly three in the morning by the time he fell asleep. I had turned, hearing a creak on the floorboards, to see Bezras. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the sleeping human.
    “Why do you ignore me?” she asked.
    I looked at her, surprise probably written on my face. “Pardon?” I asked, sure I hadn’t heard her right.
    “I said, why do you ignore me? Whenever I talk, you act like I didn’t say anything. Why?”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Because we’re not supposed to talk? Because you’re a demon? Because you literally exist to make life terrible for me?”
Her eyes widened with surprise before being narrowed with anger. “Well, Feathers, maybe you should realize, you’re the only one who’ll be able to see me, maybe forever? Do you really believe that all the angels and demons who live together don’t talk? Aren’t friends? Or maybe more?”
    I looked to her, trying to block out what she was saying. “Well, even if others had been so weak, I won’t be,” I muttered, turning back to watch over Paul, who was still sleeping.
    Behind me, she sighed. “I guess I can’t help it. I was here to do something else, anyway. One falling dream, coming right up for our friend Paul over here.” I turned in a flash to see a smirk before she left the room. Paul jolted, eyes opening. He groaned and settled back down, falling back asleep almost immediately.
    I frowned over in the direction Bezras had gone. I hated her.