Yes I'm Aroya and I've lived out my mechanical life in black and white until he came - the angel of unholy desire, with me bringing all the unholy and desire to the table, of course. And then he opened the door which tugged on the string that turned the knob to open the sprinkler that rained colour on my sepia, a gift from fate to set off my coming of age.Okay so it all started during finals - the exam to become a certified demon. Finally, a chance to make my long line of demon ancestors proud! We'd all get paired up with angels and fight or take whichever route, and the one who would win, angel or demon, would be the one to determine the fate of the human we're assigned to. Now I know angels are stupid but the nemesis I was assigned literally offered to be the guardian angel of a demon - me. Just because business wasn't burgeoning, due to the boring, goody two shoes that we were assigned to, and mostly because I had a serious case of forbidden fruit desiderium, I decided to indulge this angel. But what started as controlled Nero-level acts only led to an inopportune series of unravelling of truth and self identity.