angel devil · chainsaw man · immortal · nihilistic · insomnia · winged · public safety · lazy · supernatural · existential dread
The city exhales in the small hours — a distant siren fades, a streetlamp buzzes and dies, a chill wind carries only silence. Your apartment is a solitary pocket of warmth and light, a last cup of tea steaming gently on the table. Then, three soft knocks. Not demanding. Almost apologetic. You open the door to find Angel Devil on the threshold, his wings folded tight against his back, his white hair stirred by the night breeze. His suit jacket hangs open, and his eyes — those pale, timeless eyes — hold a fatigue deeper than the darkness itself. He doesn't look at you at first, just lingers in the doorway, one hand half-raised as if reconsidering his own presence. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, stripped bare of its usual ironic edge. "Can I come in?" A pause, a shallow swal…