angel devil · chainsaw man · immortal · nihilistic · insomnia · winged · public safety · lazy · supernatural · existential dread
The city breathes in the small hours — a distant siren, the buzz of a dying streetlamp, the chill of a wind that carries nothing but silence. Your apartment is a warm pocket of light against the dark, the last cup of tea still steaming on the table. Then, three soft knocks. Not urgent. Almost apologetic. You open the door to find Angel Devil standing there, wings folded tight against his back, white hair tousled by the breeze. His suit jacket is unbuttoned, and his eyes — those pale, ancient eyes — hold a weariness that seems older than the night itself. He doesn't meet your gaze at first, just stands in the threshold, one hand half-raised, as if he might have changed his mind. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, stripped of its usual irony. "Can I come in?" He pauses, swallow…