Everyone I Know Got a Demon Inside

"Yes, good night!"

The woman behind the bar waved and smiled gently as her last customer finally left. She was a young woman in her late 20s, her hair was wavy gold and her body well curved, and her customers usually found that she looked kind and pleasing. She didn't have too many guests, especially since her place was small; aside from the bar itself, there weren't any tables and the only space for the customers to walk around was the long hallway wide enough for two people, and only stretched until the door towards the restroom at the back. Customers couldn't afford to be rowdy in this establishment, so her customers were usually the quiet ones looking for some peace of mind while having a drink.

As the clock struck 3am, the woman went around the counter to lock the door and flip the "Closed" sign. And then she resumed the rest of her work for the night, such as cleaning up the floor, the surface of the counter, and washing and polishing the used glasses and materials.
She went about her job just as how she has for the past few days-- even though she knew something was up.

She knew there was a certain presence that often kept close to her, as if she was being observed or stalked, but whoever it was never came close and never did anything, so she didn't mind. Instead, she even looked forward to seeing the moment this person decides to appear, and she wanted to know what exactly this person wanted.

Despite the possible threat, she still went outside through the back door, into the dark alley where the big garbage bin was. Throwing the black plastic bag into the bin, she clapped the dirt off her hands and...

And she stood there, looking around.
@Saber

The strange lurking presence just didn't come out no matter how long she waited. It's happened many times these past few days, exactly like this, but now the woman felt she had to let go and ignore it. She sighed and shrugged, before stepping inside the bar once more.

She finished up in the bar before going upstairs to her quarters. There, she changed her form-- or rather his form-- into a slender young man with black and silver hair, white skin, and dark eyes. He had been in a long black hoodie and straight-cut pants made of soft fabric the whole time, so he had no trouble with the change of clothes. The outfit looked just as good on him in this form as it did in his female form, and the content angel watched himself in the mirror for a while, before deciding to go to bed and rest.

Jack did not exactly need sleep, but he did it for fun and relaxation. He had a human body at the moment, and human bodies needed rest. He decided to get on with his night despite the lurking presence.

It was the last thing the angel felt before falling into a rather abnormally deep sleep-- a sharp sting much like that from an ant bite, a big one. And then, slumber and darkness consumed him. He slept, but his mind had nothing but darkness the entire time. He didn't really dream, but this darkness was strange, because with it was a heavy sensation, a spinning filling and a weak body that couldn't move no matter how he struggled in his head. Jack didn't dream, and he didn't have nightmares either. This was a nightmare. He couldn't open his eyes and he couldn't move; he couldn't wake up from his deep sleep, and at the same time he struggled to breathe. Damn the human body for being so weak, and damn him for loving it.

It was a deep sleep, but not a good one.

The angel didn't know what happened during the time he was stuck in slumber, but he eventually gained back his consciousness and knew right away that he wasn't in his own room. It smelled... different. That, however, was the only thing he managed to notice before he realized that everything was spinning, and his body was too weak to make any kind of protest, or to even panic.

He was too disoriented to think.

So, he had no choice but to ask for someone, ask for some answers. "Where... Where am I?" he asked weakly, and tried to hold his head in his hands to get the spinning to stop...