[ON HOLD- WILL EDIT] In Darkness There is Light | PLATONIC!!!! TubboInnit

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Ah shit here we go again- nice, this is my second 'serious' story on this account :P
of course just in case anyone missed it with all the capital letter platonics in the title and desc, I'll say it again:

THIS IS 100% PLATONIC!! THIS IS PLATONIC TUBBOINNIT- BEST FRIENDS NOTHING MORE- WHILE I HAVE PRETTY MUCH NEVER WRITTEN A STORY NOT REVOLVING AROUND A SHIP I WILL DO MY BEST TO CHANGE MY CHOICE OF WORDS TO NOT MAKE IT GO SOUTH IN ANY WAY

Ok thx enjoy
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Tubbo-

I spread my soft white wings to stretch them as I made my way out of the gathering area. The leader angel had told us what each of our jobs for the month was, and to be honest, mine was the same as always. Find a demon. Try to get them to be better.

But it never got too boring! I got to help people!

Hi, my name is Toby, but everyone including myself calls me Tubbo! I am an angel- a 100% pure angel, meaning that I have lived through my human life as an amazing human being who rarely did bad things and was compassionate to everyone. Well ok maybe not 100 but about 95% good!

Demons also exist in this world. They are the people that have failed to obey God's law and went down after death.

Demons try to make people stray from their natural pure path, while angels try to stop them.

Angels are sent on missions monthly- one of those tasks is trying to overpower the evil inside a demon and make them an angel, called a Turned. ((Did not steal that term from Carry On pfft what-))

"Hey Tubbo!" I hear a call. I turn my head and settle my eyes on my older friend Wilbur Soot. He was a Turned angel, meaning he was once a demon.

I was actually the one who turned him better, so we became friends really quickly after. Turned angels have the usual fluffy wings but with darker feathers depending bow much bad is left in them. Wilbur's currently where less than a quarter black, meaning he's strayed quite far from his demon self, which was a surprise.

If a Turned angel's feathers go all black they get sent back to hell. The same applies to normal angels, but that happens rarely.

Turned angels also had a duller halo than a pure angel's.

"Hi Wilbur!" I smile and wave.

Wilbur trots up to me. "Got any new missions? I got a more angel-like one this month." He tilts his head. "I think I'm being slowly accepted as an angel now."

"Hopefully! That'd be so cool!" My wings flap subconsciously. "I got the same one as always but a new person! Apparently he's too dark for the others and apparently I'm bright? So they sent me to do it?" Yeah I dont really get it. What did they mean bright? Do I shine more or what?

Wilbur chuckles. "You'll do an amazing job Tubbo." He turns away and starts walking, sending me a warm smile. "Good luck and bye!"

I use my good directional senses to find said area for my task. I needed to find that demon and befriend him.

As I land on a lonely and empty street, my wings and halo disappear. Yeah. Both angels and demons can camouflage into the real world when they get sent for missions. Their wings and other things showing they're dead are invisible to humans. Angels keep their pastel clothes on, and demons keep their over-saturated eye-hurting clothes. Making it somewhat easier to locate each other.

Oh and the people that know who they are can't see them. They see a totally different person instead. For instance family members. If I were to go to my house, my sister would not see me. Anyone who doesn't know who I am will just see a randomized face to their eyes only. No one can actually see my real form, though.