Ask and Dare the Sanses!!! (And Me- )

Dat smexy English accent ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Under's head was hurting immensely as her consciousness was revived.

Was she dead?

It was too bright for that, and she could sense someone near her.

What was happening?

She opened her eyes and looked around.

There was a long hallway, extremely wide, and had several columns every few feet.

There was a door at the end.

The tile was whiteish, and the walls were an angelic yellow.

Black flowers littered the ground around the columns.

The person near her was an angel who looked like they were still sleeping, so she left them be.

For some reason, the demon couldn't remember anything that happened before.

All she knew was a large sword injured her, and she was floating away.

She was dead.

But why did it look like heaven?

She was a demon...

But that's when the weight of something on her back grabbed her attention.

She looked behind her and yelped, almost falling over.

There were huge white angel wings on her back, resting there, dormant.

This was wrong.

So wrong.

She then noticed the black turtleneck with almost no back and no sleeves and tried to cover her arms with a whimper.

She was in normal jeans and tennis shoes.

What was happening to her?

Why was she an angel?

A piece of light brown hair fell over her eyes, and she made a concerned face.

her hair was almost black in real life, why was this so light?!

She attempted to move her wings, and they moved on command.

This was not right.

She started walking down the long hallway, biting her lip, cautious.

Her scar was still there, but Author knows if her normal eye was there anymore.

Softly pushing on the doors, she stepped inside what looked like a living room.

Some angel was sitting on the couch sipping something out of a teacup.

"Hello."

They had a very heavy English accent, so it sounded like "'ello."

"hi...?"

the man had light blue eyes and golden hair that looked like silk, and giant wings floating from his back.

"What is your name, madam?"

"Under."

He patted the seat next to him, and Under sat down in it carefully.

"Do you know why you're here?"

She shook her head.

"You were killed by Nova, an angel sent to help you recover."

"recover from what?"

he let out a laugh.

"Do you not remember?" The 'remember' sounded like rememba.

"no...?"