Amalia wasn't the usual demon, she had long blonde hair and eyes that were as blue as the sky itself on a warm summers day. But she never had been a sweetheart in her human life, she had sinned more then anyone else that had been of her age and so it wasn't strange that she had become a demon. But at times she did wonder what her life had been like if she wasn't a demon,though she did love the power that she held and she felt honored that she was allowed to go on that special mission.
That was why she had appeared on the graveyard, the fire around her dying out as she dusted off her clothes. She always had like mortal clothes, because there were many different styles and she just loved to more alternative look. It also didn't take a genius to spot the angel woman, she could almost smell that sickening sweet smell. And so she moved towards that girl and held her head up high, she wasn't gpingto let some sweet angel be the boss of her.