Magic.
Dark Magic, to be precise.
That's his favourite weapon. His ultimate weapon. His top-secret weapon.
Or at least it was, until she came along.
"(Y/n)," came The Lord's voice. A girl with (short/long) (curly/wavy/straight) (h/c) locks fluttered over, her gorgeous white wings shimmering in the sunlight.
She bowed to him, looking down in respect.
"Hello," came her voice. "To what may I be of use?"
"I am sending you to earth. I have foreseen a cold battle, and you are to change many people's fate."
(y/n) nodded in agreement, though many questions ran through her head. In her lifetime, Earth was bound to be different than it was now. And why her? She wasn't a major angel, nor one of the powerful ones. But it was extremely disrespectful to question The Lord, so she kept quiet.
"I will have you know that you will have no recollection of ever being here, but I assure you that I can see that it will work out just fine."
She nodded again, closing her eyes.
Just like that, she vanished.