The smell of fresh cut grass hit him first -- probably because his face was buried against the earth, Saito realized, as he moved his neck and felt the grass brush against his cheek. His body felt off, like his legs weren’t quite connected to his torso. Light filtered through his eyelids -- which felt completely wrong.

( I apologize ahead of time for triggers. Saito's not a pleasant character. )

Ah, humans. So easy to manipulate, to bend to my will -- to Lu’s will.

‘Cept that’s not why I’m sitting in a bar with my new-found friend, Tobias. ‘Cept Tobias ain’t exactly a friend, either. With his golden hair and bright blue eyes, he looks every bit like an Angel -- the enemy.

( And he should -- 'cause he *is* one. )