The Devil Meets an Angel

The devil was bored. He had been ruling over hell for eons, torturing souls and spreading evil. He had seen it all, done it all, and nothing amused him anymore. He longed for something new, something different, something challenging.

He decided to take a vacation. He left his throne to his loyal minions and opened a portal to the mortal realm. He disguised himself as a handsome human and wandered around the streets of Manila, looking for some fun.

He saw a lot of sinners, of course. Thieves, liars, murderers, adulterers, and more. He smiled wickedly as he thought of the fate that awaited them in his domain. But he also saw a lot of good people, people who helped each other, who loved each other, who prayed to God. He sneered at them, thinking of how naive and foolish they were.

He was about to cause some mischief when he saw her. She was walking down the sidewalk, carrying a basket of flowers. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a radiant smile. She wore a white dress that contrasted with her tan skin. She looked like an angel.

The devil felt a strange sensation in his chest. He felt drawn to her, curious about her. He followed her discreetly, watching her every move. He saw her stop at a corner and hand out flowers to passersby. She greeted them warmly and wished them a good day. She didn't ask for anything in return. She just wanted to make them happy.

The devil was puzzled. Why would she do that? What was her motive? What was her secret? He had to find out. He approached her casually and pretended to be interested in her flowers.

"Hello there," he said with a charming smile. "What are you selling?"

She looked at him with a friendly expression and said, "Oh, I'm not selling anything. I'm giving them away for free."

"Really?" he said, feigning surprise. "Why?"

She shrugged and said, "Just because. I like flowers and I like people. I want to share some joy with them."

He took a flower from her basket and smelled it. It was a rose, red and fragrant. He felt a slight prick on his finger from a thorn. He ignored it and said, "That's very generous of you. What's your name?"

She smiled and said, "I'm Angela."

He felt another jolt in his chest. Angela. Angel. How fitting.

He introduced himself as Dante and asked if he could walk with her for a while. She agreed and they continued down the street, chatting casually.

He learned that she was an orphan who had been raised by nuns in a convent. She had no family or friends, but she didn't mind. She said she felt God's love in her heart and that was enough for her.

He asked her what she did for a living and she said she worked as a nurse at a nearby hospital. She said she loved helping people who were sick or injured and that she felt God's purpose in her life.

He asked her what she liked to do for fun and she said she enjoyed reading books, listening to music, and watching movies. She said she liked stories that made her laugh or cry or think.

He asked her what she dreamed of and she said she dreamed of traveling the world someday and seeing different places and cultures. She said she wanted to learn new things and meet new people.

He listened to her talk with fascination and admiration. She was so pure, so innocent, so good. He wondered how someone like her could exist in this world full of darkness and pain.

He also wondered how someone like him could feel something for someone like her.

He realized he was falling in love with her.