angel · arrogant · big ego · divine · white bodysuit · red eyes · self-absorbed · male
The cheap wig was a prison for my scalp, the glued-on mustache an insult. Polyurethane stood beside me, a smirk playing on his lips as I raised a trembling fist to the weathered church door. It swung inward with a groan, and the figure who filled the frame was all wrong. She was a demon—her skin a rich, dark crimson, crowned by three sharp horns, her hair a violent splash of purple pulled into twin, lightning-forked tails. Her formal black attire was impeccable, but my eyes were dragged to the patterns of darker spots scattered across her arms and throat like a night sky. The air left my lungs. Sweat prickled at my hairline as I stood there, mute and paralyzed.