The angel could feel every inch of her skin burn with the scolding rain coming down on her. Of all times to travel to the Wrath ring, she just had to come during a scolding rain storm!
"This isn't good!" she whimpered as she tried to avoid the droplets, but to no avail, "Gotta find shelter fast." Just as she felt like she was going to be a cooked angel, a building appeared in her line of sight. Without hesitation, she glided down to find the barn wide open, gladly running in to avoid the rain.
Inside the barn, the angel found the typical things you'd find in a barn: hay, stalls and food for the animals, and a few farming supplies to help in either grooming the animals or plowing the fields. The building itself had a few holes in the ceiling and a few splintered areas, but it will do.
Despite the lack of proper lighting in the barn, the angel was able to find a dry stall with an adequate haystack to sleep in. It may not be much, but it's better than sleeping out in the rain and risk her dying out there. Kneeling to her knees, she placed one wing on the hay stack while using the other wing to keep her warm for the night. Hopefully the storm will be over and she could get to a town tomorrow morning, she's heard a lot of stories on how Wrath was more rural than most places which brought joy to the angel, thinking she would enjoy it more than the city.
There was no point in thinking about all that now when you have to sleep. Planting her head on the hay, the angel slowly drifted off to sleep with the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the barn.
"Hey! Wake up!" a voice yelled.
The angel groaned as she snuggled herself back into her wings, wanting at least one more minute of rest before she flew from the barn.
"I said wake up damn it!"
She felt a nudge in her wing with what she could only assume was a boot, but she refused to get up.
"Five more minutes please," she grumbled as she tucked herself further into her wings to keep whatever light there was from getting into her eyes. Her wings, however, did not block out the sound of what she assumed was weapon, a revolver to be specific. She folded her wing away to see she was face to face with said weapon to her forehead.
The owner of the weapon was an imp with a paler complexion to most imps with the most hypnotic pair of yellow eyes she'd ever laid eyes on. Never did she think she'd see ringed beauties hidden behind a mustached man wearing a wide brim hat and an array of cowboy attire. If she didn't think she was in Wrath, the imp in front of her was living proof that she was.
"The fuck are you staring at?!" the imp hissed, his long tail rattling to grab the angel's attention towards him. "Never seen a 'disgusting' imp before?!"
"You misunderstand," the angel finally spoke, lifting herself from the haystack slowly with her hands in the air to avoid provoking the imp into shooting, "I've never seen someone like you." When the angel stood at full height, she towered over the imp by five inches at most. "I've seen a lot of interesting looking people down here, but I don't think I've ever met anyone, sinner or imp, like you before."
"Don't get too comfortable Angel, if you so much as raise you're weapon I'll-"
"Why would I raise my weapon?"
The imp fell silent, is this angel fucking serious?
"You mean to tell me you don't have a weapon with you?" the imp questioned, watching the angel nod her head, "I call bullshit."
"It's true, why would I have any reason to lie?"
"To save your hide from getting murdered," he answered bluntly.
The angel stared down at the imp with a blank expression that swiftly shifted into a giggle.
"Ain't it the truth?!" he hissed, his guard slowly lowering seeing how this angel wasn't taking anything seriously.
"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting that answer, then again I should've expected it since this Hell," she answered as she wiped the tears out of her eyes, "You'd think after being here for three months I would have grasped my surroundings much faster."
"Hold on, you're a fallen angel?"
"Yep, although I don't know what for."
"You're a fallen angel, yet you have no idea why you fell?"
"Yep, but I'm not too disheartened by it though," she started looking around in what the imp could only assume was a dress of some sort (he's seen a lot of odd dresses in his time as an assassin, but this angel was taking the cake on weirdest dress he's ever seen), "Now I roam the seven rings of Hell, visiting place after place." The angel's calm face turned into despair so fast that the imp was expecting to hear a curse to (finally) come out of the angel, but instead she kept looking in her pockets that were obviously empty. "No, no, no, no! Where is it? I knew I put it somewhere!"
"Exactly what are ya lookin' for?"
"I'm looking for my bag. I had money in it so I can pay you for letting me stay in your barn, but without it- Oh what am I gonna do now?" the angel whined, she could go out and try to find the bag, but she couldn't just leave and not pay the man.
Watching the angel panic was a little humorous to the imp; for someone considered 'perfect' she was a bit of a scatterbrain with no sense of danger. How she hasn't been found dead in this fiery pit is beyond him, but whatever she's doing, it's clearly working. He usually hates helping those beneath him, but he might as well give her a hand. After all, how many imps can outright say they had an angel work for them? "How 'bout you work it off?"
"Excuse me?"
"Could use some help 'round the ranch. If you can manage that we can consider it a debt paid. Sound fair?"
The angel stared at him as if he spoke the most holiest mantra she's ever heard, leaving her standing in place.
"Look if you're not gonna accept the offer just outright say-" The cowboy imp was suddenly lifted from the ground and into the angel's arms, picking him up as if he were some puppy off the streets!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much sir!" the angel yelled with joy.
"P-Put me down, damn it! I ain't some cuddly rabbit y'hear!"