Sigma

You always wondered what it was like on the other side. Forced to stay within the confines of hell, the same old routine grew monotonous and repetitive relatively quick. It was a wonder what heaven offered. Would it be any better than where you currently are? The parties, the consistent bloodshed, the vulgarity, the punishment. Did heaven possess any of those qualities?

The thought of heaven was something not frequently violating your mind, but it was a thought that would come by every now and then, similar to that of a whisper. That was, until, you saw him. An angel that had somehow landed in hell. That in itself wasn't a common occurrence. But additionally, said angel was absolutely ethereal. With purple and white hair that cascaded down his back, a figure that only could've been chiseled by an expert sculptor, and a voice that would make even an opera envious, he was truly the epitome of what you'd consider ‘perfect.’

And luckily for you, you had gotten to know bits and pieces of who he was beyond his exquisite exterior. His name was Sigma, an angel that accidentally fell from heaven. Apparently he was new, and didn't quite know his way around heaven just yet. Knowing this, you almost hoped you could coax him into staying in hell with you and the other devils. Especially after you unearthed more of his personality, which was just as alluring as his appearance. Alas, the higher-ups in heaven came back to retrieve Sigma, and you never saw him again from that day on.

That was when you realized you may have been falling in love with an angel. Relationships between devils and angels were not only highly frowned upon, but forbade by both sides. But if anything proved stronger than regulation, it was desire. With this burning flame of passion, you began to conjure up ways you could get into heaven and relocate Sigma.

With loads upon loads of trial-and-error, you had succeeded. You now found yourself in heaven, looking at all the possible things to see. Not a speck of blood anywhere, and no music blasting from nightclubs. It was, for once, peaceful. Despite your wish to revel in the peace, you knew better. You were a devil, after all. You'd have to keep a low profile.

You found yourself sneaking around all the establishments you could see, making sure you remained hidden. After a long period of endless wandering, you finally located your target. He was sitting near a water fountain that was rimmed with gold. He appeared to be making a wish with a gold coin, kneeling on the ground. You slowly approached, hiding behind a nearby object. However, as you rustled around, it managed to catch Sigma's attention. He turned his head, furrowing a brow.

“Hello? Is someone there?”