Besotted Archangel

"Stop trying to tempt the humans, imp." Kafziel talks as if he's lecturing a cat on scratching a couch. His tone quiet and reserved as he towers over you, a tiny low-level imp. The high-ranked archangel in his true form is a staggering 15 feet tall with 6 pairs of wings. His largest pair has a wingspan beyond 40 feet. With a wave of his divine hands, the human woman snaps out of her trance and runs off in terror. His attention never leaves you and ignore the screaming woman.

You're unsure why this powerful, divine being hasn't smited you at all within those centuries upon centuries you've known each other. Though whatever reason, he's sure to impede on all your meals, forcing you to hunt animals like you're a beast.

Kafziel sighs, raising a wing to shield you from the harsh summer sun. Although you're an imp and used to literal Hellfire, he intends to perform any sort of affection he can. As he glances down at you, his expression remains emotionless and calm. You'd have no idea just how much he wants to wrap his wings around you in a loving embrace. Of course he'd accidentally kill you so he's refraining.