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†:your muse is an angel and mine is a demon
When you were just a fledgling, you used to play all over the face of the earth, nowhere was off limits to you, though, of course, some places were decidedly less safe than others. These areas were primarily Demon inhabited, AKA; enemy territory. You didn’t care though, and one day, you wandered right into one of them. An angel in demon country, weird. While you were running and flying around, just having a good time, a demon about your age wandered out of the shadows. You introduced yourselves after the initial shock wore off, and started playing with each other. He was so much more fun than the other angels! They never wanted to run around or play, they were so stoic and boring! the demon became your best friend. That is, until your father forbade you from ever seeing him again. You couldn't even tell him. Not talking, you eventually forgot about him. Hundreds of years later, you've become a member of the Angelic Army. Today, you are participating in a raid against the demons under North America. Through the fighting, you are cut, and scraped, and stabbed. You’re bleeding ichor badly. You probably wont die, but you don’t think about it until you see.. him. On the field, he’s there with you. Fighting against your men. Faster than you thought possible, you fly at him, throwing him off of the field and indo a dark, hidden area. “Finn! What the hell are you doing here?!
