Alright. We'll just get it started with a classic battles of good vs. evil. No real strict rules unless the peanuts want to narrow the scope as we go.
"As he perched the rooftop he could see his first assignment. Down below
on the street the pale light shined from the fading street light and
the occasional car passing through the tired city. The concrete roof
felt cold as ice and his whole body chilled even though there was not a
single gust of wind on the lonely rooftop – not even a friendly breeze.
The sin that he had committed could not possibly have been worth the
cost, he thought, of his new existence as a fallen angel. As he slipped
off the roof without causing a single whisper in the cool night, he
swear he would find his way out of this curse and make things right."
