"La-La! Laaa!" Harpus sang as he skipped around the building. Currently, he was examining an abstract painting. It was a red circle with a thick black line in it. "Oh! What does it mean?" The angel asked himself. Maybe it was the Earth, being split in two... Nah! Maybe it was something really sad... Like a heart breaking. Harp's smile faltered as he thought about it. Though he sensed broken hearts around him, he didn't hear the sad sound of any breaking. As an angel of love, Harp decided that a broken heart was the worst thing in all creation. Why was it even made? It was because light and dark had to be constant. So there would never, ever be perfect peace. 

He sighed, not wanting to be like every other angel. They didn't care about 'lesser beings'. But Harp was one to put his foot down and say that everyone's heart could experience love. Just like how an ice cube would be able to last for a few seconds when hurled into a flame, even the darkest of hearts could experience love and emotion. Though it might not be much, it also meant that even demons were vulnerable to his arrows. Come to think of it, where were his arrows? Though he was nowhere powerful enough to make people fall in love forever, he could temporarily sway someone's emotions. That would come in handy, especially when he was around someone who could harm him. 

Realizing that he needed to first find the demon in question, Harp sighed. He then began to shut his eyes. He was thinking about how to deal with him... He found his 'arrows', though he lacked a quiver and bow. They were in the shape of a single pistol. Though much scarier then that needed to be, Harp knew they wouldn't harm whoever he hot them at. "Hey!" Harpus heard someone yell. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh?" 

"W-what?" Harp asked confusedly. He was being approached by a beefy looking teen. He looked a little scary, actually! Though he was an angel, Harp was weaker then this human. He kept a neutral expression. 

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but nobody passes by me without paying their respects!" Harp's eyes narrowed. Was this a 'juvenile'? Whatever he was, Harp didn't have time to deal with him, and ran away promptly. 

"This is a work building... why are there kids here?" Harp asked himself as he ran.