Asmael
"Your angel? ! No, no no no no... how could you brother. That is so unfair. After everything you told me, you'd replace me for a human?" He looked at the dead pincushion's gouged eyes with a saddened expression, tears streaming down his face. Despite that, the mere feeling of holding him so close gave him such joy his smile could not be more elated.
And then, he put her hand on his face, wiping all smiles and tears from it to reveal a placid, composed expression that turned on the furious human. "He is anything but. Did she really telly you nothing? Or are you simply stupid enough to believe his lies? He would have destroyed you, just like he destroyed everything I loved."
Disgusting. And so he tossed the corpse at his feet, with the sort of disregard you would offer to filthy litter.
"Like I said, he still lives, and as long as he lives he will fall. I was hoping I could save him from such a disgrace, but his sin cannot be paid with one death, oh no no. Father couldn't finish the job, what makes you think a weakling like me could?"
He spread his arms open with an unassuming smile, white cloth stained in blood while he walked up the man calmly and placidly, with no hostile intent whatsoever. It's as if he welcomed death. "It was just an unresolved brotherly quarrel, you shouldn't be so involved... but you have balls, threatening an archangel like me. Humans really are so amusing."
And in an instant, he closed the distance between the two and grabbed his gun, pointing it right at his forehead.
"Fine. How about a gamble, mister businessman?" He asked with the most innocent of expressions...