This hasn't been updated in a while but I reread it and brain said why not? So here's the next chapter of this. Hope you enjoy. It's a bit of a filler and a bit short but Impossible Planet is next and I wanted that to have a chapter of its own.

"You doing okay?"

I raised a brow, leaning on the rooftop edge with my wings and horns out, thinking. "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I'd half expect you downstairs, given Rose's…"

"Guilt?" I snorted, looking back out over the city. "The guilt of someone innocent is worthless to me."

"All right," he hummed, coming up to lean his arms on the edge and look out himself. "Then, why are you out here?"

"I dislike crying humans," I grumbled.

"That's it?" He questioned, not believing me. "You did meet an old friend. I'm surprised you didn't stay like Mickey. It seemed like your sort of place."

"My sort of place? And what place might that be?"

"You know, death, destruction, hellfire, and brimstone," he rattled on with a cheeky grin.

My eyes narrowed. "You're joking, yes?"

He chuckled but shrugged. "Just saying. Why did you come with us? Not that I mind. I actually think we're getting along quite well."

I probably would've made some snide comment, but instead hummed, resting my chin on my propped-up hand. "I'm not quite sure."

He blinked, surprised. "You… don't know?"

"As you said, that place was more… well-suited to my desires. Aziraphale was even there, though his reasons for staying are beyond me." I drifted off into silence for a moment before a breeze ruffled my feathers and I frowned in mild annoyance. "He kept saying strange things. He's always been one to tease me about returning to Heaven and all that, but he said I was… brightening. I don't brighten." I reached over and plucked a feather from my wing, twirling it between my fingers. "Pitch black, as always. Nothing's changed. I don't change."

"Change can be good, you know," the Doctor replied, eyeing me curiously. "I mean, everybody changes at some point. Rose isn't the same person she was when we first met and I'm sure you're not the same person you were when you tempted Adam and Eve."

" 'Good,'" I mocked with a huff, eyeing him with sharp, golden eyes. "I'm not supposed to be good, Doctor. I'm a demon. A fallen angel. A—"

"Friend," he interrupted, eyeing me with a quirk of a smile. "And I've already told you, you don't have to keep being that person you were before."

My brows furrowed, a weight settling in my stomach full of conflicted emotions that I didn't want to understand. "Perhaps… Perhaps you're right."

He looked surprised. "Really? I-I mean, yeah. Course I'm right."

I hummed with a nod, flexing my wings a bit. "Yes. I'm not the same person as before, so I need to find out what person I am now."

The Doctor blinked, mouth opening and closing a few times before he spoke. "W-Well, sure, but how—"

"Surely, your driving has improved by now."

"What? I've always—"

"So, you can return in a week to pick me up."

"Hold on. Pick you up from where? Where are you going?"

I smirked, golden eyes flaring brightly in the dark. "Why, to discover myself, Doctor. And what better place than Earth?"

My wings spread out and the Doctor's eyes widened as I moved up onto the ledge, stepping back with a wave.

"Wait! Ornias!"

Ornias hummed as he wandered towards the nearby club whose music could be heard pumping from down the street. He easily bypassed the line and when the bouncer went to say something, prepared to throw out the well-dressed demon in a snazzy suit, he was soon waving him through. Ornias smirked at the first woman to immediately clung to his side as he started up his own round of drinks. The red-light district was his home, after all. Didn't matter where you placed him in the world, he could smell the corruption miles away. He could hunt down the nearest strip club or prostitute and cause absolute mayhem in a matter of seconds.

It was easier in the big cities, of course. Los Angeles was one of his favorites or the brightly lit streets of Thailand. Still, this was a start. Surely, a demon could discover himself here more than, say, a church as all the humans believe. As the night went on, he went from drinking to enjoying other pleasures with those eager and willing, leaving him lying in bed with a woman draped on each arm. Yet, he didn't feel happy. He frowned, vanishing from the bed and replacing his suit with something more casual as he stepped out of the sneezy hotel.

"Boring, boring, boring," he muttered under his breath, letting out his wings and flying up the nearest building.

It was early morning, almost six days from his night out and the following nights spent sleeping around and toying with drunk humans and their wives/mistresses/girlfriends. This meant he had very little time to figure himself out. The Doctor was supposed to return the following evening to pick him up. If he managed to make it on time, of course. I mean, he's not exactly well-known for his driving skills, and—Ornias scowled. Why am I thinking of him? I've got the opportunity to screw around for a while on Earth. It's been ages, and I'm spending it thinking about the Doctor? He scoffed, resting his chin on his hand as he looked down at the steadily waking city from a rooftop.

Humans just didn't seem as interesting anymore. Playing around as he'd been the last few days was something that used to be fun. He used to love toying with their meaningless relationships and one-time flings. Now, he was just bored. They were too predictable. They weren't even exciting anymore! Not with all the new gun laws and restrictions and such. He remembered how it used to be, where messing with the wrong person meant gangs shooting you down on the street or people beating you into unconsciousness in alleyways. Now, there was a bit of yelling, maybe a few flying fists, then people were kicked out for the police to round up.

Ornias needed something more. Something that might add some excitement to things for the sole purpose of keeping the Doctor's and Aziraphale's words from poking at sore spots in his mind. He was a demon. A hell bringer, lord of chaos and destruction, the serpent, the tempter. If he was to suddenly stop doing these things, then who exactly would he be? What would his worth be? Yes, he'd told the Doctor that was what he was trying to figure out, but if he was being honest, he was just hoping that he could get some time away from the man to go back to being who he used to be. Because surely his sudden change was because of the Doctor.

It was a ridiculous notion—a demon being changed for the better by someone like him. Demons didn't have souls. They weren't supposed to be able to change or be tempted. Yet, it was growing to be painfully obvious that Ornias was doing just that. And he didn't know how to handle it. That's all this was, was his version of panic. He was desperately trying to pretend that he could go back to how everything was before, but it wasn't working. Nothing was working.

Ornias stumbled back, breathing hard and dragging a hand up to his throat. It felt tight. Almost like the air was too thick to breathe. He wasn't sure what was happening as his back hit the wall of a dirty alleyway, making his wings dig into his back. This was new. This mixture of anxiety and dread. The fear of the unknown. It choked him and he was quick to flee towards somewhere more remote.

He leaned back against a tree in a park, fighting to catch his breath before the bushes nearby rustled. His eyes flared gold and a boiling terror filled him at the thought that someone may have found him in this vulnerable state. He snapped forward in an instant, arm reaching through the bush only for his flaring emotions to suddenly vanish at the sight of the small child he was holding by the front of his shirt. The boy blinked, looking mildly embarrassed as he held a bit tighter to the toy in his arms. Ornias released him with a shuddering breath, not caring as the boy tumbled back onto the ground and continued to stare. He was more concerned with the knot in his stomach and the still-present tightness in his throat.

"Are you an angel?"

Ornias stiffened, having realized something very important. He hadn't put his wings away when confronting the child. He turned to look at the boy from over his shoulder, eyes staying a bright gold this time.

"Sure," he muttered, starting to leave as he didn't want to stick around this youngling while he was dealing with his own troubles.

Yet, he could hear the boy trailing behind him and finally stopped, scowling at the child.

"Do you not have parents to bother?"

The boy stopped walking as well, pushing up his glasses and looking away sheepishly. "I-I don't know where they are."

This piqued the demon's interest, turning to face the boy and kneeling in front of him with a tip of his head.

"A lost soul."

A long nail brushed over the edge of the boy's forehead, pushing strands of brown hair away from his face.

"A pure soul." Ornias hummed though, spotting darkness lingering on the edge of the boy's bright, newborn soul. "Ah, not entirely pure."

"My mom said everyone has angels that watch them," the boy blurted out, unafraid of the demon. "Are you my guardian angel?"

Ornias snorted, lowering his hand. "I'm no angel."

"But you have wings."

Ornias rolled his eyes. "Angels are not the only beings with wings."

The boy's brows furrowed. "But, you don't look like a bird."

Ornias let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He was not the best person to deal with children. They held no fear for demons typically because most demons weren't able to bother with children's souls until said kids were older and more capable of being tempted into sin. This boy was still young, not yet ten years old. His soul remained bright, even with the darkness. Said darkness was waiting patiently for a crack in his armor before it could properly latch onto the innocent soul. If it didn't find one soon, it would fade. Children were quick to forgive and forget. Still, it made the demon curious which helped him forget his previous panic somewhat. Ornias stood, looking around the trees nearby and inhaling deeply. He lifted a finger and pointed in a vague direction.

"Your parents are searching for you over in that direction. I suggest returning before someone less savory comes along to kidnap you or some such nonsense."

With that, Ornias turned in the opposite direction and started walking, a frown creasing in his brow as he walked, getting lost in his thoughts once more. His soul… it reminds me of the Doctor. The mixture of bright and dark. Innocence and guilt. I'm not like him. He should know that, so why is he so determined to convince me that I'm changing? He scowled as he walked, oblivious to his surroundings. Just because I don't get enjoyment from my usual activities doesn't mean… It doesn't, right? I'm still a demon.

"Are you an angel?"

Stupid brat. I'm not. I don't even look remotely like—Ornias stiffened as he swore he saw a hint of white feathers from the corner of his eyes. His eyes drifted in fear at the thought of his wings suddenly being white instead of a demon's dark black shade, only for something to grasp the edge of his coat. He turned quickly to find the little boy there, having followed him until now.

"W-Wha…" Ornias grimaced, bringing a hand up to his throat as that tight feeling returned and he suddenly couldn't catch his breath.

The boy's eyes went wide as Ornias took a step back from him with a few panicked breaths. "A-Are you okay?"

Ornias tried to ignore the boy's panic as it only added to his own with this second panic attack. The boy started digging through his pockets then as Ornias moved to sit on the ground at the base of a tree, before thrusting something towards the demon.

"D-Do you have asthma? I-I have an inhaler. Would that help? Did you forget yours? I-I did once, and it was really scary. M-My mom had to come to the school super fast. She was scared too. Told me to never forget it again."

"Y-You talk too much," Ornias rasped out, making the boy flinch and cling tighter to his toy while looking at the floor.

"Mm."

A strange feeling urged Ornias to do something and he reached out and took the inhaler from the boy, eyeing it while the boy perked up.

"You push it here," the boy said then, touching the inhaler as though Ornias didn't know how to use it. "Ah, but you need to shake it first."

Instead of using it, Ornias handed it back. "I don't have asthma."

"Oh, but you were breathing all funny."

"I was…" Ornias trailed off for a minute, not wanting to admit to the boy what was happening. "…frightened."

The boy looked confused. "You were scared? Of what? I'm not scary am I?"

Ornias snorted as the boy sat on the ground in front of him, having lost some of his earlier panic. "You? Hardly. A mouse is more frightening."

The boy smiled, drawing an uneasy feeling from the demon as he leaned back against the tree and eyed the child.

"Whenever I'm scared, I just think of funny things," the boy said. "Things that make me happy. My mom says that's always the best thing to do if you're sad or scared."

"I'm not supposed to be scared, of anything," Ornias argued, earning a confused look.

"But everyone gets scared. Even angels."

"I told you, I'm not an angel," Ornias sighed, getting ignored.

"Why were you scared though? Was it a monster in your closet? I've got one of those."

Ornias snorted. "I'm not afraid of imaginary monsters in my cupboards. Most people are scared of me."

"I'm not."

"Obviously," he huffed. "Children are less bothered and… I was afraid of changing, becoming someone different."

The boy watched him silently, pondering that thought, and the demon's eyes stared back.

"Someone told me I was changing, becoming something new, and I don't wish to become different."

"But maybe it'll be fun?"

Ornias blinked, staring at the boy who looked down at his toy—some superhero thing that Ornias had ignored.

"I mean, sometimes I wish I was different. Maybe… Maybe then I could make friends a-and mom and dad wouldn't yell so much."

Ornias leaned forward then, brows furrowed. "Fun?"

The boy nodded eagerly. "Yeah, like maybe I could be a dog! Dogs always look like they're having lots of fun a-and people love dogs."

Ornias leaned back with a roll of his eyes. "Dogs are one of God's creatures. Inelegant, dirty, and not the brightest things on the planet. Now, cats on the other hand—"

"But imagine how fun it would be!"

Ornias stood and pulled the boy up with him by the back of his coat. "It would only be fun until you were taken to a pound or neutered."

"Yeah… but what about you? If you're changing, then won't it mean you get to do more fun things than you are now?"

"Possibly," Ornias mused, thinking about his time on the Tardis and the interesting things he'd seen and experienced. "Child. You are a… good person, yes?"

He nodded, looking eager. "Uh-huh! My mom says I have to be good if I want dessert, so I'm good all the time."

Ignoring his childish way of thinking, Ornias pulled the child along by the hand as they walked through the park. "What if you were changing into someone not good?"

The boy looked at him, confused. "I… I wouldn't get dessert?"

Ornias sighed. "What if a demon—you know what demons are, yes?"

"They're like bad angels."

"Yes. What if a demon was changing into something… good?"

"Isn't that a good thing?"

This isn't working. Human thinking is too strange. I need a comparison. Ornias frowned before coming up with something. "What if you were a superhero—"

The boy gasped, holding his toy tighter. "Really?"

"Yes. Now, what if you were a superhero and you worked really hard to be a superhero and suddenly everything changed? You lost your powers and became something else. Something different."

"No powers?"

Ornias grunted in agreement. It wasn't quite what would happen if he changed into something good, but it would satisfy this boy and coerce him into answering properly.

"Hm… I-I would still try to help people. Even normal people can be heroes, right? Because… Because losing your powers doesn't mean you're not still you. A-And it would still be fun!"

The demon turned his golden eyes to the boy, thinking it over. Changing, but not changing? Becoming something different but accepting that and using it to still be yourself? Could I still have entertainment without being a demon? Would being… good still be… fun?

"Charlie! Oh, thank God! Dear! Dear, I found him!"

Ornias snapped out of his thoughts—wings vanishing in an instant—as a woman came rushing over with her husband following behind her.

"Charlie, where have you been? We've been so worried!" The woman choked out, makeup smeared as though she'd been crying as she pulled the boy who'd been with Ornias into her arms and looked up at the demon. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Ornias felt a stirring in his gut, reaching a hand over his stomach to quell the feeling as her husband went over and hugged the boy as well, picking him up.

"We were really worried about you, kid. We thought we'd lost you."

Charlie looked relieved himself with his arms wrapped around his father's neck tightly. "I thought you and mum were…"

"You should take care when you are fighting," Ornias cut in when the boy couldn't finish. "Children often hear more than they should and come to their own conclusions."

The wife and husband exchanged sheepish looks and Ornias took that chance to reach into his jacket and pull out a small toy, passing it to Charlie as he looked at it in wonder.

"Do try not to worry your parents again, child. Superheroes help, do they not?"

The boy grinned and nodded, clinging tight to the dog stuffed animal with a set of black wings and wearing a cape. Ornias lifted his hand in a wave and left the family as the husband narrowed his eyes and looked at Charlie.

"Charlie, do you know him?"

"Uh-huh!" The boy replied, sending a trickle of fear through his parents unknowingly until he continued. "He's my guardian angel!"

The Doctor was worried, as expected. While he and Rose had left Ornias for a trip on their own, it hadn't quite turned out to be as much of a date as he would have liked. Not with her having her face sucked into a television. Thankfully, it had ended up well in the end, but it was picking Ornias up that had him concerned the most.

Was Ornias changing? Yes. That much was obvious to him and even to Rose, who'd been informed upon leaving that Ornias was dealing with something personal. The thing was, the Doctor was hoping Ornias would have stayed and talked to them about it. Surely, they could have figured it out together? Knowing that Ornias was out on Earth on his own had only served as a reminder that Ornias was a demon. He could have gone on a killing spree. Could've caused some serious trouble on Earth and the Doctor had just let him. This brought into question the Doctor's trust. Could he trust Ornias to behave alone? Or would Ornias have reverted back to his old self? Could he have reverted back to who he was before he even met the Doctor?

"Doctor? You okay?" Rose asked, seeing as he hadn't moved since reaching the console and starting the preparations to bring them back to Earth.

"Yeah. I just… I'm wondering if leaving him on his own like that was smart. He is a demon."

"Yeah, but he's changing."

"What if this little trip of his changed him back to being a true demon?"

Rose shrugged. "Then, we'll just make him good again, right?"

The Doctor smiled a little, turning back to the controls. "Yeah. Yeah, I suppose we'll have to, won't we?"

She's so innocent… Didn't Ornias mention something like that before? Her brightness? He hummed in thought before the Tardis rumbled and he landed the ship.

"Welp, time to go see the destruction," he said, making for the doors as Rose chuckled and followed after him.

"Come on. Can't be that bad."

They stepped out of the ship and headed up to her mom's flat—the one place Ornias would be waiting for them. They opened the door and Rose called out that she was home as they stepped into the living room only for their mouths to drop open. Ornias was completely naked on the ground, hovering over a rather pleased and red-faced Jackie Tyler.

"Oh my God," Rose breathed out as Ornias lifted his head and smiled.

"Ah, you're back. Excellent."

"Uh, no? Not excellent. Get the hell off my mum!" Rose shouted, growing red herself and storming forward.

Ornias picked himself up and reached for the white towel that was lying nearby with a sigh. "Apologies, Jackie. I'm not usually so—"

He was cut off as Rose slapped him hard across the face, making him turn back to her, cheek red and with a brow raised. Rose shuddered for a moment, feeling a trickle of fear flow through her before she squashed it down and faced him angrily.

"How dare you. How dare you touch my mum!"

"Uh, Rose?" The Doctor spoke up, understanding what had happened with a few key details—the towel, Ornias's wet hair, and a shattered tea glass rather close to where Jackie's head would've been if Ornias hadn't protected her with his bleeding hand.

"No. He wanted to stay here by himself and that's fine, but no one touches my mum," Rose snarled.

"Not even going to listen to an explanation, are you?" Ornias challenged.

"What is there to explain? You're a demon! It's what you do, right?"

For a second, the Doctor could have sworn he saw a spark of hurt cross the demon's face before it was gone, being replaced by a false smile.

"Yes, of course. A demon is not to be trusted, after all," he said before his smile fell and he looked at the Doctor. "I will meet you downstairs, if you are still willing to take me, Doctor."

"Ornias, I—"

Ornias ignored his offered hand, shifting into a black cat and bounding out of the room through the cat flap in the door. The Doctor lowered his hand with a sigh as Rose coddled her mother until the woman snapped out of her daze and gave her daughter a stern look.

"Rose Marion Tyler, just what exactly were you thinking!"

"W-What? Mum, he was—He was on top of ya!"

"We ran into each other when he stepped out of the bath! I fell and grabbed onto him, dropping my tea and he just happened to lose his towel! We were fine!"

Rose opened and closed her mouth a few times, anger forgotten as the situation was explained and soon the color drained from her face. "Oh, no."

"Oh, no is right! Go down there and apologize! You should be ashamed for sayin' those things about him. He's been a right angel while he was here and I won't hear of anything less."

Rose bowed her head in shame, glancing at the door uneasily as her mother shooed her out and turned to the Doctor, who stiffened instinctually. He always feared an angry Tyler, especially after the slap she gave his last self.

"And were you thinkin' the same?"

"Ah, n-no, actually. With the towel and everything, I assumed—"

"Yeah, but you've thought about it before, haven't ya?" Jackie challenged, making him shrink a bit as she got things to clean up the broken cup and tea on the floor.

"Well, he is a demon, Jackie."

"He's no more rotten than any other man," she argued. "Better than most I've met, anyway. He's been properly upset the last few days, you know. Since you left. Only saw him at night sometimes, coming in smelling like alcohol."

The Doctor bristled, that concern from before eating away at him, questioning what Ornias was doing alone here on Earth.

"But he never raised his voice or threw things or hurt anyone," Jackie went on. "No calls from the police to bail him out. He even picked up a woman from outside and brought her in to sleep on the couch after she'd been roofied at a club he was visiting. He's no demon like that."

The Doctor relaxed, looking a bit surprised. "He really did all that?"

She nodded. "He can be a right gentleman when he wants to be. Devil or not."

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if maybe he'd been too harsh when thinking of Ornias. "Has he, um… Has he been here the whole time?"

Jackie shook her head. "Some nights he didn't show up, but he always came back after a few days just so I wouldn't worry, unlike someone."

The Doctor winced at the jab.

"He wasn't doing good though, if that's what you're wondering," Jackie said softly. "He was thinking hard about somethin'. He seemed better the last few days, but you never know with him. He's like you. Thinks too hard and pretends everything's fine with a stupid grin."

The Doctor felt a bit of his usual façade crumble at that; not knowing that Jackie had been able to see through him that easily. Still, it also felt nice that someone had taken that time to see that he might not be as impenetrable as everyone thought.

"He was… struggling with something," he admitted to Jackie. "He's been changing. Becoming more… good. He wanted some time by himself, so Rose and I went out for a trip so he could get sorted. I'll admit, I was… am skeptical. I've seen people change from bad to good, from good to bad. It doesn't always work out, Jackie, and he's… he's old. He's got eons of experience. More than even me. Time gives people like us time to think and dwell on things. Why would he start changing now when he could have tried earlier? Maybe he did try earlier and still failed. I just… I can see this whole thing just not working out with him, but I'm holding out hope that it will. I wanted to give him that chance. This is it."

Jackie eyed him seriously. "And if he can't turn good?"

The Doctor shrugged—expression solemn. "Then… I'll have to do something I really don't want to do because I can't leave him out there like that. A demon with that sort of power could cause… I don't even want to think about what he could do, Jacks."

"He won't be happy."

"Neither will I."

Rose walked out to the Tardis feeling terribly guilty. She'd just been concerned for her mother but the things she said weren't right. Or, well, they were right but Ornias had proven himself to be better than the typical demon. Even she had to admit that with how often he helped her and the Doctor out. She got to the Tardis and looked around before spotting a cat sitting on the low planter nearby, cleaning its paw.

"Ornias?" She called out, making the cat stop and eye her, making her wince. "Look, I… I'm sorry, really. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I was just worried that… well, with how you talk sometimes…" She groaned and turned away in embarrassment. "Sorry. I-I get that your changing or whatever. It's just hard for me to… to forget that you're a demon, you know? And it's weird to find my mom like that. She's not the greatest at finding decent guys, you know, so with you, I thought… Look, I didn't mean it. Not really," she apologized, hoping that he understood what she was trying to say despite her struggling.

The cat just sat there though, tail flicking idly as it watched her and she frowned.

"Are you going to say anything?" She complained. "I am trying to apologize, you know."

"Do I want to know why you're speaking to a cat?" A voice purred in her ear and she yelped, whipping around in shock to see Ornias standing there with a brow raised curiously and a small smirk on his face at her reaction.

"Ornias! But I thought—" She turned to look at the cat that simply hopped down from the planter and strolled off.

Ornias's smirk grew as understanding dawned on him. "Were you—"

"No!"

"—talking to a cat?"

Rose flushed a vibrant red before smacking him on the arm repeatedly as he laughed. "You changed into a cat! What was I supposed to think!"

"My dear, I changed into a black cat with glowing yellow eyes! You were speaking with an average tabby!" Ornias continued to chuckle.

"W-Well, I'm not apologizing again!"

Ornias held up his hands, not bothered at all. "You humans have always been quick to judge. I expected nothing less, though I suppose I did hope our time spent together meant something to you."

"I said I was sorry!"

"To a cat," he pointed out with another chuckle as she groaned and the Doctor came over, looking rather confused by the scene in front of him.

For two people who'd just had a fight, seeing one thoroughly embarrassed and the other with a grin on his face, they sure were getting along well. He eyed them for a moment, trying to figure out what happened before managing to speak.

"Is, uh… Is everything alright?"

Ornias grinned devilishly, easily dodging Rose's hand when she went to silence him. "She was apologizing to a stray believing it to be me."

Even the Doctor couldn't help but smile at that as Rose groaned again and turned to the Tardis.

"Shut up. Let's just go."

Ornias chuckled as she stormed into the ship but the Doctor spared him a glance.

"You're not upset?"

"Hm?" Ornias turned to him with a curious look. "Someone accusing a demon of doing demonic things? What is there to be upset about?"

"But you're—"

"Changing, yes, as everyone keeps telling me," he drawled, heading into the Tardis himself. "Believe me, getting hit by a mere human child is more insulting than her accusing me of sleeping with her mother."

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing over at Rose as she sat on the jumpseat with a small pout of a frown. "If you're sure…"

Ornias scoffed, stretching with his wings out. "Please. Shouldn't you be grateful I'm not bothered?"

"You sure looked bothered," Rose muttered under her breath.

"Would you rather I be upset?" Ornias challenged, brow raised. "I find that is the one emotion I care for the least. Pride and revenge are things more suited for humans than demons."

"Did you at least enjoy your vacation?" The Doctor offered, more than grateful the demon wasn't going to hold a grudge or remain upset with Rose's accusation.

Ornias shrugged. "It was… middling. Drank, enjoyed some company, went clubbing and may have caused a few divorces and breakups." Ornias shrugged before grinning. "And I met a lost child."

Rose blinked. "I'm sorry, you did what?"

"Went to some pubs—"

"No, no, no. You stole a kid?"

Ornias placed a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "I did no such thing. A child was lost and I assisted in returning him to his parents."

"That's, uh… That was rather… nice of you," the Doctor said, a little confused himself.

Ornias wasn't exactly known for doing good deeds unless under duress. The last time he'd dealt with a child too, it was in a rather… impractical way. Held like a sack of potatoes and presented like a dog who found a large stick, the Doctor remembered fondly. He certainly has changed if he's doing good on his own accord.

"Well, I was planning on leaving him be, but the little leech wouldn't let go. I eventually had to indulge him and his insistent questions. He thought I was an angel," Ornias replied with a half-chuckle. "Me. An angel. Human children were never very bright."

"So, you're telling me, that you had a whole week to enjoy yourself on Earth, alone, and all you did was a bit of partying and helping people?" The Doctor questioned, earning a shrug.

"I was bored. You told me to branch out and I did. The old things weren't very fun so I tried something new." Ornias glanced at the Doctor, head tipped. "Or would you rather I go back to how I was?"

"No, no, it's just… I don't know. I never really thought you'd change that much."

"Well, I still enjoy a bit of chaos," Ornias replied with a shrug. "I doubt trouble will ever not be enjoyable but if doing something… good proves to be beneficial as well then I don't know why I shouldn't… dabble."

The Doctor honestly wasn't sure what to say to that. While it was great that Ornias was accepting his change and willing to do good, it was an odd feeling to know that someone who was a demon was attempting to change to this extent. The Doctor wasn't sure how far Ornias would go—he doubted the man would suddenly become an actual angel or anything similar—but it was certainly something to look forward to. A bit of hope and giddiness welled up in the Doctor and his own smile stretched across his face as he turned to the console with a grin.

"Well, then! How about a trip to celebrate?" He chirped, bounding around the console and getting the Tardis prepped before pausing and looking over at Ornias as the man eyed him curiously. "New Ornias, new fun, right?"

Ornias cracked his own smile and shrugged. "Why not? Do I get to choose this time?"

"Sure. Past or future?" The Doctor offered, making the man tap his chin in thought.

"Future. I've lived through the past long enough. As you said, let us try something new."

"Future it is," the Doctor hummed, flipping the lever and making the Tardis groan as the ship took off into the Vortex.