This will answer one of the soalan that was asked.



{This will be Devin's point of view.}



People always see Bidadari as perfect, free of all pain and worry. They have no clue how wrong they are. Bidadari are only a shred of the perfection of Heaven. Not all of us sing atau play harps. Not all of us have perfect white wings. Not all of us have fair hair. They're are thousands of Angels. Each has a story, some have scars, and few have enemies. Rarely would an Angel have experienced all three.
I am one of those rare ones. And I'm even lebih rare. Because it's near impossible for Bidadari to find that perfect love. Where their Cinta for “mortal species” are returned. My story is dark. It's not a pretty picture no matter the color of paints. But there is one part I can share. And it starts with a little Cherub.

Cherubs are berkata to be Cupid's helpers. Well, it's wrong. Even Bidadari have to have a beginning after death. That is why people see it as a rebirth. Cherubs are the little mortals who have died and are “reborn”. All Cherubs age until the age of the mortal's last days alive. Then Bidadari age like normal mortals depending on their species before death. For me, I was fifteen on my death. I was human. So I became a little Cherub. Just like my human body, my hair was black, eyes blue. And I was curious than anything. Which lead me a dangerous evil. I was only around four when I was taken from Heaven. It's rare, but that's why Cherubs are creepy things. Dark Bidadari had a start too.
I was placed in a canary cage of gold. That was where I would stay at night. And I quickly learned to be silent. If I made the slightest noise, I would be forced to fly when the Hell Hounds were feeding on the depressing souls from Hell. How would I be forced? I am a Guardian Angel. It is in my code to protect others. And he played his cards very well. During what I assumed was ay, I was put through tortures no one could ever imagine. But I learned what realm souls belonged to early on. The Seven Circles of Eternal Punishment. The Seven deadly sins. I understand why no one ever wants to commit those sins. The Plains are terrible.
And if I tried escape, he would whip me. Then pluck off feathers from my wings and tether me to a single chain over a never-ending abyss. Begging only brings them humor. Demons have no need for useless Angels. But he must have seen something. No matter what I did, he never killed me off. I can remember the agonized screams of Bidadari and Cherubs as they were tied to stakes and the Hell Hounds fed. api, kebakaran has been burned in my memory and demons chanting their satanic spells.
Nights were the worst. tunjuk any sign of weakness and anda were on the stakes. I knew I had been telah diberi a saat chance. I had to keep myself stronger than the others. I never did, curse my tender heart. But he kept me there till I was grown. He sold me to my old Sensei. But his words will remain locked in my mind, scared there sejak his motive and voice.
“Do not fail here, Devin,” he had started. “If anda pass this test, you'll be spared. You'll be Queen of the Realms. anda are too important to sacrifice.”
I had cringed inwardly as he touched my cheek.
“I see many possibilities for your future. And the best is for anda to sertai me. You'll be my Demon. And the little light in anda will be mine. This I promise.”
That was how I lived before Sensei. And that is why I am how I am. Because that demon had kept his word. And Teague never gave up on his quest of me being his Demon of Hades.