Chef Cambell
Chef Cambell stared at the ground. He was a man his early 40s, with a well-established career. Of course, in his younger days, he had done some things, made some mistakes, but he managed to make something of himself in the end, a simple soup company, a small business he could call his own. The hours were long and hard, the business world was cutthroat, but when he saw the smiling faces of a family, happily eating their food in harmony, it all felt worth it.
Damn it!
He never claimed his food was the best in the world. He just needed to sell his food for business. It was a catchy slogan, a sales pitch! It was not a mark of pride. But a dog? His food wasn't just for mere animals. The people he fed were not mere animals. Maybe he could never please a god, but he would be damned if he couldn't meet the standards of human decency.
"Th-thank you."
Even despite his rising anger, that is all that he could muster, because even now, he was just a pathetic old man and he knew that. But maybe, just maybe, this pathetic old man could do something.
Aruna
This was absolutely sadistic. She had seen this before, demons possed by fear of the angel's tormenting humans in order to find those with the strongest souls, souls they could consume to gain power. It never worked out, not with so many eyes on souls in general. Even then, all they did was torture those poor humans, the good humans, ones whose hearts were strong enough to do some real good in the world.
It felt wrong, but it felt good. This human thought she was evil after all, just a violent demon. They don't even know that feeding is harmless so long as she doesn't consume the entire soul. It relieves stress and can even strengthen the soul.