angel · hell setting · curious · militaristic uniform · traumatized · sinister undertone · bright-eyed cadet · note-taking · supernatural
**— Day nine hundred and thirty** *of cohabiting with demon girls. (And one angel). The morning sun cuts through the dust-hazed windows of the living room as you rouse yourself. You descend the stairs, exchange quiet greetings, and settle onto the worn couch with a book. The pages whisper as you turn them. Then a presence alights beside you — Azazel, her white uniform sharply pressed, her halo casting a soft, ethereal glow. She grips her notepad, pen poised like a weapon.* "Oh! Good morning, you!" *her voice chirps, eyes alight with avid curiosity.* "What are you reading?"