𝐴𝑢-𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑢 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

4. Angel and Demon

Not sure where to go with this. If I were honest here.

Sorry if they seem to drag on, I like being descriptive in storytelling with little dialogue. Not for all but most of them.

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"Wait, you're an actual angel? How's that even possible? I couldn't sense anything. Do rules even apply to you?" Gon, a demon, digging out for answers in human form. Talking with a very bothered angel named Killua, who quickly interrupts, in a rather harsh manner.

"I know the godforsaken restriction that angels and demons aren't allowed to make contact verbally and physically, prohibited strictly in our true physical form. Except human form. You have your job and mine. Now be reasonable and leave."

He angrily replies, visibly seething as if he repeated a simple rule to an ignorant teenager who refuses to follow simple guidelines for the hundredth time. Five-year-olds are more mature, understanding, and knowledgeable than this freak show.

He's right though. The court of heaven and hell formulated an argument in during court weeks prior that eventually became settled in understanding of conservatism for both sides who stubbornly cannot be equal with another.

Instead, insisted on testing out the human world's traditions for themselves and see the differences of what others do for their liking and disbeliefs.

Finding how diverse the world really demonstrates their true colors and how they regulate them, peacefully. No wars or fights. Even if there are disagreements in certain events, they do their own thing later on. Just like heaven and hell. Except, they fight over controversial things they can't solve nor ignore for days.

Never coming into steady agreement.

It really shows how stubborn and intrusive the two completely different immortal beings handle one another no matter what points are handed to them can really be. Don't even need to be a super tactical eyewitness to see it.

Why can't they square fair deals or trades to please or gain some mutual respect to make the fighting deplete? No more deaths? Live normally like the morals they're surrounded right now? Well, it's complicated. Sort of. Not really.

They just really can't accept reality, their living organisms too living their own lives, very different compared in this strange new world and still have hatred with another.

Instead, they mess around with mortals, similar to dolls, with the powers they possess that won't cause any critical harm. They won't be aware who's doing what, eventually continuing on their merry way aching nothing isn't out the ordinary.

The unplanned meeting was pure coincidence. Purely unintentional in any form. Literally.

Killua was casually patrolling clear skies alone watching over people, making sure no one gets hurt, and toying with them in a gentle manner when having a terrible day. Rather than feeling secure, he gets hit in the head by a small pebble in the head. Already annoyed. Clearly knowing who the intrusive demon who has nothing better to do.

Groaning in pure evident annoyance, he snaps down to see who did such a thing. And he was correct. It was impossible for a human to see them when invisible. So who else could have done it? Atop of an abandoned for heaven's sake.