-This is a story based on events and feelings that are true-

The Angel

Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a first-grade principality and my name is Willow. I know it doesn't sound very holy, but that doesn't mean I used to be a human. And ever since the day I was created, 4,000 years ago; ages after the First Great War, people have drilled into my mind that I should have been one of those that fell.

I'm allergic to Holy Water. If masses of it touches me, it could potentially kill me. I found that out the hard way. Everyone says that there was a mistake when creating me, and they were going to leave me for dead, but this angel called Aziraphale saved me. He is another principality, the kindest person I have ever met, and the only true angel in this place.

And they decided to condemn him to death. And its all my fault.

Aziraphale's role was the Angel of the Eastern Gate at the beginning 6,000 years ago. Now he acts as a human on Earth to make sure everybody is okay down there.
One day I was sent to check on him-as all of the Archangels were occupied. So I did, and I found him with this tall and lean red-headed man-who wore sunglasses, despite the storm. They were running in the rain and laughing. I smiled. They looked so happy together. But something seemed off about the person splashing puddles at Aziraphale, and it wasn't because he was ruining his suit.

That was when I saw the tattoo, and it was almost like seeing his wings. A demon.

I couldn't report this, it would destroy Aziraphale. As far as I know, they could be best friends. They seem like best friends.
And then I thought the worst: Why should they be apart just because they're on opposite sides?

So I made up a story-but unfortunately I'm a very bad liar.
The Archangel Michael threatened me with Holy Water, and after two painstaking drops of it, I told the truth. As he went to find evidence of this, I was heartbroken and angry at myself.

The next time I went to see the Archangels was when my best friend was tied to a chair beside a blazing inferno.
All I can recall is Gabriel losing it, the sound of my papers collapsing on the floor and the fast-paced footsteps of my endless running. How could I do that to my only friend? And now I've ran to the Mid-World, they're most likely going to kill me anyway.
Only time will tell what happens now.