My Angel Girl

Kikidori sat on his obsidian throne, leaning his chin against his palm, staring into the endless streams of molten lava flowing through Flame Island. The constant hum of activity around the island—demons building new structures, souls wandering aimlessly—did little to entertain him.

He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of boredom crushing him. "This is getting old," he muttered to himself.

The Chihuahua yapped at his feet, wagging its tail.

"Don't look at me like that," Kikidori grumbled, glaring half-heartedly at the little dog. "You wouldn't understand. You're just happy being here."

The Chihuahua barked again as if to agree, then trotted off to explore the castle. Kikidori watched it for a moment before standing up, stretching his wings.

"That's it. I need a break," he said aloud, though no one was there to hear him. He extended his massive, glowing wings and took off into the dark, fiery skies.

Flying through the nothingness of space was something Kikidori had grown used to over the past months. Flame Island was over a light-year from Earth, but for him, the distance wasn't daunting. His wings carried him faster than any earthly concept of speed, slicing through the void with ease.

He reached Earth in just under four hours, descending into the atmosphere with a fiery trail. The bustling city below was alive with activity—cars honking, people talking, and the faint hum of city life reaching his ears even at his high altitude.

Kikidori landed softly on the rooftop he often frequented during his previous visits. The familiar building was quiet, perched high above the chaos of the streets below. He sat down, his purple horns glowing faintly in the moonlight.

The night breeze was cool, a sharp contrast to the searing heat of Flame Island. Kikidori leaned back, staring up at the stars. He let out a long sigh, his wings folding neatly behind him.

"Earth," he muttered. "The same mess as always."

After a while, the sound of distant laughter and chatter drew his attention. He leaned over the edge of the roof, watching the humans below as they went about their lives. They looked so carefree, so unaware of the cosmic battles and divine struggles that shaped their existence.

Kikidori smirked. "If only they knew," he said to himself.

Curiosity got the better of him. With a swift movement, he leapt from the rooftop and landed gracefully in a dark alleyway. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed into his human form—a tall, lean man with pale skin, dark hair, and sharp features.

Blending in with the crowd, Kikidori walked through the city streets. The human world was so noisy compared to the silence of space or the crackling flames of his island. Yet, it was fascinating in its own chaotic way.

He wandered aimlessly, passing bustling restaurants, glowing billboards, and street performers drawing crowds. At one point, he stopped by a street vendor selling hot dogs and stared at the steaming food for a moment before shaking his head. "Human food. No thanks," he muttered, walking away.

After a couple of hours, the novelty wore off. The humans were fascinating, sure, but Kikidori couldn't help but feel detached from their world. They lived such short lives, consumed by trivial things. He, on the other hand, carried the weight of divine and infernal matters on his shoulders.

"This is pointless," he said, stopping in the middle of a crowded sidewalk.

A few humans gave him odd looks, but he ignored them. With a shrug, Kikidori turned down another alleyway, his wings unfurling as he shifted back to his fallen angel form. The humans who glimpsed his transformation gasped, but Kikidori paid them no mind.

"Time to head back," he said to himself.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he shot into the sky, leaving Earth behind. The journey back to Flame Island was faster this time, his frustration propelling him forward.

When he landed on Flame Island, the familiar heat enveloped him. The molten rivers glowed brightly against the dark obsidian landscape, and the castle loomed in the distance.

Kikidori walked back to his throne, his wings folding as he sat down heavily. The Chihuahua was waiting for him, wagging its tail.

"Miss me?" Kikidori asked, smirking.

The little dog barked, climbing onto his lap. Kikidori absentmindedly scratched behind its ears, his thoughts drifting.

"Earth's overrated," he muttered, leaning back in his throne. "But I guess it's still better than sitting here all day."

As the Chihuahua curled up and fell asleep, Kikidori stared out at the growing expanse of Flame Island. Despite its fiery, chaotic nature, it was becoming a place he could almost call home.

And for now, that was enough.

The End of Chapter 23