The Angel Of Death
He was on the same age as him or maybe younger, eyes gray.
"The orb has chosen me, there is no need for them to come."
"I see," the guardian smiled lizard like, bringing his hands at the back of his head, turning to face the other way. "You were one of Keisuke's tsundere character, huh? The one introduced as cold and dangerous. I bet you betrayed him and he expected that."
"You seemed to hate the Angel of Death just by your tone of speaking his name."
"Oh yes," Pika hissed, sobbing a laughter. "Me, a great Archangel getting reprimand by that stone cold bastard! Do you know how annoyed I am when that idiot giggles? I don't get why I have to do this for him!"