My Angel Girl

Kikidori hated Earth. He hated its chaotic noise, its sickly green landscapes, its blue skies that reminded him too much of the place he'd fallen from. Most of all, he hated the humans. Pathetic, selfish creatures who thought their tiny little lives mattered in the grand scheme of the universe.

And yet, here he was.

He perched on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, his boots dangling over the edge, surveying the city below. Smoke curled lazily from a fire he had started earlier, and the distant sound of sirens filled the air. Humans scurried like ants in the streets, their screams faint but satisfying.

"This place is a dumpster fire," Kikidori muttered to himself, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Let's see if I can make it worse."

Just as he raised his hand to conjure another explosion, a soft, golden light flared beside him. He sighed before even turning his head.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Ere'ana stood there, her glowing blue halo casting a serene light that clashed with the chaos around them. Her white dress fluttered slightly in the breeze, and her piercing gaze locked onto him with an intensity that made his stomach twist.

"Of course you're here," Kikidori said, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Ere'ana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you think you're doing, Kikidori?"

"Causing a little chaos," he replied with a smirk. "What else?"

Ere'ana frowned. "You can't just go around killing innocent people."

Kikidori rolled his eyes. "Suck a d—"

Before he could finish, Ere'ana stepped forward and clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don't finish that sentence, Kikidori," she said firmly, her tone as unyielding as steel.

Kikidori's eyes widened for a moment before narrowing in irritation. He slapped her hand away, glaring at her. "You're insufferable."

"And you're reckless," Ere'ana shot back.

Kikidori sighed, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back against the ledge. "What even is your name, anyway? You keep showing up like some self-righteous pest, but I don't even know what to call you."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ere'ana."

"Ere'ana," Kikidori repeated, testing the name on his tongue. Then, with a smirk, he added, "Well, Ere, I still think you should suck a d—"

"Shut it, Kikidori," she interrupted, glaring at him.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. You win this round, halo girl."

Ere'ana shook her head and walked to the edge of the building, sitting down beside him. Kikidori gave her a sideways glance, surprised she wasn't still lecturing him. Her glowing halo cast a soft light over her face, making her already striking features even more captivating.

He tore his gaze away, annoyed with himself.

For a moment, they sat in silence, watching the chaos below. Then, their hands brushed together, the brief contact sending an unexpected jolt through both of them. They pulled their hands away quickly, each pretending it hadn't happened.

Ere'ana cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence. "So, uh… how did you die?"

Kikidori stiffened, his expression hardening. He didn't answer at first, his eyes fixed on the horizon. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper.

"Drowned," he said, the word bitter on his tongue.

Ere'ana tilted her head, her gaze softening. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Kikidori said quickly, shaking his head. "It is what it is. What about you?"

Ere'ana hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her halo. "Car crash," she said quietly. "A drunk driver ran a red light. I didn't even see it coming."

Kikidori glanced at her, his usual sarcasm replaced by something unreadable. "Humans are idiots," he muttered.

She gave a small, sad smile. "Some of them are. But not all."

They sat in silence again, the sounds of the city fading into the background. Kikidori's gaze drifted to Ere'ana's halo, the glowing blue light reflecting off his own purple horns. The colors blended together, casting a strange, otherworldly glow over both of them.

"Hey," Kikidori said after a while, breaking the silence. "How many people get sent to heaven every second?"

Ere'ana blinked, surprised by the question. She thought for a moment before answering. "A little over two people per second, on average. Why?"

Kikidori scoffed, leaning back on his hands. "Two per second, huh? That's cute."

Ere'ana frowned. "What do you mean?"

He smirked, his crimson eyes meeting her glowing blue ones. "Do you know how many get sent to hell every second?"

Ere'ana hesitated. "I… I don't."

"Seventeen," Kikidori said, his voice cold. "Seventeen souls per second, every damn day."

Her eyes widened. "That many?"

"Yep." Kikidori's smirk faded, replaced by something darker. "Humans are predictable. They sin, they die, and they end up in hell. Rinse and repeat."

Ere'ana looked down, her hands gripping the edge of the building. "That's… heartbreaking."

"Is it?" Kikidori asked, his tone sharp. "Or is it just reality?"

She didn't answer, and for a moment, they simply sat there, two fallen souls caught between heaven and hell, light and darkness.

The end of Chapter 7