Warning! The following love story was created from my weird ideas, angels/demons, birds, much of my heritage (Irish ,yay!~), and random thoughts. Tell the truth, I didn't even figure out that this was a yuri (if you don't know what that is, ask an otaku. if you don't know what THAT is, I feel sorry for you) in till…well, three seconds after I made the demon angel. And, yes, I know. This is such a cliché idea, but I don't think the stuff you find in stores is made by a 13 year old. Or with girl-love. Ugh, I have issues. So, if you don't want to read about girls kissing and similar stuff, go somewhere else. Or better yet, go read my other non-messed-up poetry/short story.

P.S. (for those who don't know, Post-Script) the 'good' angel is named Chol, Irish for Dove and the 'bad' angel is named Puinte, Irish for Raven.