Imagine being Akira Fudo. Imagine carrying so much goodness and grace inside your heart that you made Satan fall in love with you until the death of earth in a constant loop over and over again, making a creature that once didn't even feel empathy towards something as helpless as a little kitten, shed tears over your own downfall. Divine pain that has never been felt before, with the trivial possession of a pure, human heart and the ability to feel. Feel deeply, even. The angel who has been taught nothing but destruction, God's disposal, finding home in your arms. Whether it's before he remembered who he was, or afterwards. Imagine being Akira Fudo and Satan's highest priority, most prized treasure. Genuinely convinced if everyone loved like those two from their core, malice would not even dare to exist
















