Asmael
Asmael looked sad for a moment, despite smiling. It wasn't sure if the sadness was directed at her or at fate itself. "That cannot be. Demons devour and enslave humans, they are a wicked and sinful race. To destroy their wicked forms and purify their souls is the pride and joy of the Archangels, and my Father's wish. And it is my duty to see it through."
His wings spread out once more. Just as she couldn't accept him, his entire kin could not accept demon kind. He had killed so many, and become a demon among Archangels. All part of his duty. Duty to his father, to his people, to humans, his brother... a slave to duty.
"I've gone too far. How old is your soul, only a dozen centuries at best? Pffffttt....pwahahahahah! Kid, how long do you think the war has been going on. From the moment we were born, our silly old natures forced us to bicker incessantly. You look at me like some kind of monster, a vile murderer. And you know what? You would be right. Does it even matter who started first? To kill with joy in one's heart is an unforgivable sin, but unlike humans, can angels even hope for salvation?"
He giggled to himself, as if he had come up with a joke. It would be funny, if he didn't hear it for so many times, for so many eons.
"I just want to end this. All of it. This war that tore everything apart. That was my wish... a foolish fantasy I entertained forever ago."