Life has been rather bland of late, the heavens themselves were growing rather monotonous.

Eternal salvation seems like an awful lot of prepping for the rapture and talking with the other Angels.

Surprisingly dull.

So, when you got the chance to head down to earth to discretely spread influence, it seemed like an opportunity made in- well, heaven.

Upon descending and donning the disguise of a human, you thought it'd be easy, but it was not meant to be, in the cities people cared little for religion, in the countryside people were often elderly and either already religious or practically going to heaven soon themselves.

So, why not, a stroll in a forest. until a blindfold quickly covers you're eyes and you find yourself indisposed.

You come to a few hours later and hear muffled chatter from your, all things considered, fairly decent room.

"hm- 800 seems steep, make it 750" a female voice says

"775" - a male voice replies

"deal" the female concedes.

A few days of toil pass you are educated in how to cook, clean and be respectful, things which, as an angel, you were already aware.

Then you awaken one night from your slumber in an entirely different room. it smells earthy, you can smell vegetation clearly.

With a slow almost bored motion, the door opens and there stands a woman, brown hair, green eyes, a rather pretty sundress and a warm smile. Your eyes however, dont leave the horns.

"Hello Feather! welcome home!" the woman says, "I'm Irida, if you were wondering"

What do you want demon. you ask calmly