Brett sees a light. For a split second, he thought that he is back with God and standing there in the brilliant beam, feeling a sense of serenity that he had never before experienced.

The pain does not appear like he had anticipated.

As Brett gathers the courage to open his eyes, he sees one of the killers stands in front of him with wide open eyes. And his hand is throbbing through that creature's heart.

Or, more exactly, this is Eddy's hand.

He pulls back. Even as a soldier, blood has never been an angel's favorite. Brett realizes the crazy thing that is happening in front of him: he has somehow swapped souls with Eddy. And, of course, Eddy took the stab in his body. Brett's world was spinning, he feels the overwhelming sensation of guilt

"Eddy!"

Brett, in Eddy's body, runs to him, who is lying on the ground, and notices blood soaking through the white T-shirt he chose to wear this morning. Fortunately, they have solved all of the killers, and their corpses have turned into disgusting black glue melted into the ground.

"Are you alright? What happened?" – Brett asks as he takes off his shirt and puts it on Eddy to staunch the bleeding.

"I don't know either, my love. I just remember seeing a light beam and then turning into you. But it's still lucky, because if the person being stabbed is you, my heart would shatter. I mean, the real you, in your real body, you know?" - Eddy says weakly.

"Why are you always joking around like that? It's not good, you're bleeding heavily... I mean my body, the injury is so bad, I don't know how to cure for you by magic in this body."

Brett sees his voice trembling. If Eddy dies now, he will be stuck in this body for the rest of his life. More than that, he can be sure that his life will be filled with regrets and sorrows, and that the one who must die is him, not Eddy. Brett can't bear the thought of living out entire life with such heavy guilt, knowing he should do more. So, he decides that he must do something, and he is determined to find a way to save the devil, no matter what it costs.

"Calm down, my love, you have to believe in yourself, this tiny injury can't kill you, I promise."

Brett is at a loss for words as he hears all of the jokes coming from his own mouth. Should he laugh or feel weird? Why do devils have to be indecent like that all the time? He thinks to himself as he assists Eddy in leaning on him. Luckily, the devil's body which he is in now is much taller than his, so it doesn't take much strength for him to do it. The angel finds himself internally conflicted; on one hand, he knows that Eddy's behavior is generally unacceptable, yet on the other hand he can't help but to find the situation humorous: Here they are, an angel and a devil, helping each other instead of fighting.

"My apartment is nearby; would the strongest soldier of Heaven mind walking me home?" - Eddy breaks the silence.

"You have a wing, right? How do you call it out? If we walked, it would take a long time and you might die from losing all your blood." - The angel expresses his concern.

"That's probably not something you'd want to do. Don't worry, my love, I can take it until we get home."

Brett tries to block out everything Eddy said that was inappropriate. If it isn't because the devil's soul is still in his body, he is sure he won't mind letting this creature lie on the ground and walk away. They arrive at Eddy's apartment after a long struggle. The flat, as Brett imagined, is filled with dark colors and is fairly simple, with only a few essential household items.

"You've got a nice place. It must cost you a lot, I think." - Brett says while helping the devil lay on his bed.

"Actually, no. I just simply came in front of the estate agent and told him I needed somewhere to stay, and then he took me here. Building your own house on the side of the forest sounds great but it's just not my style, love."

"YOU DID WHAT-?"

"I've left the healing potion in that drawer; please get it for me, love."

Although Brett still finds Eddy's way to call him uncomfortable, he decides to ignore it. "Perhaps it's just all the creatures from Hell's hobby," he thinks to himself. The angel knows he can't change Eddy, and so decides to just move on and not let the small things bother him

"You have excellent medical techniques."

"Thanks to all the days I spent on Earth. Are you sure you're okay now?" - The angel asks, worried.

"Better than the moment when I was stabbed, you know, that guy had a very sharp and long blade. You have no idea how painful it was for me, dear angel. Even now, it is still aching; if only someone could bring me some food, I'd feel better."

Brett sighs, thinking that the one who was supposed to bear all of the pain should have been him, in his own body. Strange emotions gradually take over the angel's heart. How long has it been since the last time he knew anything other than trainings? Brett can not tell. He has never felt love and secure, or perharp a place to call home.

"Alright, I'm feeling hungry as well. You don't mind if I use your kitchen, do you? Oh, I nearly forgot. In our current situation, I may have to stay here until we can find a way to swap back. You don't have to worry; I assure not to cause any issues. Furthermore, I can't just abandon you while you're in pain like this."

"Right now, I just want to thank God for such a huge favor." - Eddy begins to giggle in Brett's voice.

And just like that, weird life under the same roof of an angel and a devil begins.