"You lousy, evil bastard!" You scream after the vanished so-called angel. "This is YOUR fault!"
Apparently Japhiel could hear you, for he explodes back into the room with glorious fury and blinding light. "YOU DARE SPEAK THUS OF A SERVANT OF THE LORD!?"
Any other time you might have thrown yourself to the ground and begged forgiveness, but not now. You have been turned into a freak because Japhiel had to duke it out with the succubus in your room and put you in harm's way. "YEAH!" You yell back, startling the angel. "When that angel is the one who screwed up my life and then takes off and leaves me to fend for myself."
Japhiel's face turns an interesting shade of purple and you suddenly realize that pissing off an angel might not have been the smartest idea. He just might be facing that final judgement sooner than expected. The angel flares up so brightly you have to look away, throwing your hands up in futile protection. And then the light goes out. You drop your hand and see a very bewildered-looking young man staring at himself. He is wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and has long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He is very handsome, early twenties, and apparently completely human. "No! This mortal insulted me! He..." There was a flicker of light, and the young man suddenly shrinks and changes. Japhiel is now about 16, thin and gawky looking, with a mop of unkempt brown hair and coarse, homely features. His pale blue eyes widen and he drops his head. "I am sorry! I will fix this!"
After nothing else happens, he looks back up at you. He flushes in embarrassment, and looks back at the floor. "I have wronged you. This is my punishment for treating you ill."
"Punishment?" You look at your twisted, freakish self. "Look at me! I'd be happy to be 'punished' like that!"
Japhiel's eyes brim with tears. "You do not understand. I was an angel! I have been made human! My pride has brought me to this. Before I can even begin to earn my way back, I must find a way to make amends with you."
"Fine! Change me back!"
He shakes his head. "That would require the assistance of the succubus - both of us contributed to your form. If I remove just my influence, you will become demonic. But I can change your outward appearance for now, and work on a way to rid you of the demonic and angelic influence."
You frown. All of this is a lot to take in. "Can you at least make me look like I did?"
"Again, that form is lost to you unless we find the Succubus."
This is just great! You can't be yourself. "What choices do I have?"
Japhiel thinks a moment. "I have power only to help you. But that is enough. You said you would be happy to look like I do now. I can make that happen. Or make you into any human or animal you desire."