"It's up to you to save the world!"

He was almost excited as he exclaimed this new and apparent fact. Lysander was ecstatic. Never had he thought he would live through an actual fantasy story. But there he was, in the middle of it all with a demon at his left and an immortal before both of them. The immortal, Mansa, was completely and utterly unfazed. His eyelids hooded his eyes in such a way where one could have mistaken him for sleeping. It was a load of [malarkey]. There was no way in [heck] that he had to save the world. He could barely wake up in the morning, let alone tolerate the idiots otherwise known as Lysander and Tem. What made the universe think he could save the [fricking] world? The universe has seen his work. He assumed it would have known better by then. It did not.

Tem could sense Mansa's relunctancy and crossed their arms, eyeing the old, bitter man. They were uneasy theirself, actually. They had uncovered something not too long before the shocking revelation of why Mansa was still alive.

Now is as good a time as any. "Oh, yeah, by the way, kiddo... I did some digging - not on purpose or anything! - I was actually looking for something else. But, ahaha, anyway... Sandy, I mean, Lysander, kid, you are a, ah, you're an angel."

Mansa raised an eyebrow, intrigued and relieved for the focus to not be on himself for the time being. Lysander was not intrigued so much as confused.

"Well, thanks, my mom used to call me that... B-But it's not the time for that. Mansa, how are you going to do it?"

"Hm. Huh, what?"

"Save the world..."

"Oh, that. Ah... Tem was about to say something else. Let her - ack - them speak."

"Thanks, Mansa. Listen to me carefully, Sandy."

"Yeah?"

"You are an angel. Like, an actual celestial being from Heaven. With God. Mr. Big G. You are an angel from Heaven. You came down here by accident and when you crashed you hit your head too hard. That's all I know."

Lysander was stunned. The three stood silently for moments. Silence was a thick bubble that Mansa was pleased to let swallow him.

"So, and I know this shouldn't be the first thing I think about but... do I have powers or something?"

The bubble was popped. "I guess the world is doomed then," the immoral muttered, rolling his neck.

*This is based on a story that I am writing and I would rather this not be used outside of the challenge I am submitting it in.*