Honestly, if there's two things Cooro is over at this point, it's Earth, and it's men. And more importantly- earthern men. Please and no thank you. Despite ready to just leave the planet and drop by every once in a while, or meat in a hidden space any time her brother wanted to enjoy her company, it seems the universe definitely had some other plans in mind. Not that she minds, realistically. Sangris' partner is a strange creature, but she does rather enjoy the presence of her own girlfriend. One thing is for sure- no more shaming Sangris for his funny choices when she's partnered with...the literal sun? How the fuck does that happen?

Mikhail

Hreffna joined her brother upon the planet and instantly became witness to what humanity was like. And in that moment, she decided she hated it. Not much has changed since then, but she has gotten a little bit better. Meeting Mikhail was definitely the brightest part of being on the miserable planet, but he's not actually a human, so the unease was never extended to him. She values her time spent with him and clings to every lesson he's given her, even all these years in the future. Despite the risks Miktail took to take care of them, choosing to raise them instead of killing them, Cooro thanks him every day for making the choice. He always said, 'Your demonic title is nothing more than in name. Remember that always when someone tells you who you are- and you remember that title well. It might save your life one day, the power of a name.'

And thus, Cooro was chosen.

Not Quite Before but Certainly An After

After leaving the care of the banished angel, Cooro found herself separated from her brother after a series of events. While she wasn't upset in the slightest, since she knew they'd always find a way back to one another, she did find herself giving humanity another chance. Alas for her, it didn't work out too well. Thrust into the pits of despair, she found herself in the binds of a sorcerer who tried to use her as a pernanent source of power. It didn't work out, her desire to live far stronger than his want to kill. Scales were forced into her arm as an attempt to subdue her but it only intensified her hatred as it was drowned in glacier filled waters- and she drowned too.

Just her luck, to be reborn right in front of him, soaking wet, climbing out of the icy waters, wings dragging behind her. And, when she drowned again for the second time, his blood streaming off her crumbling body, Cooro awoke to her first fully changed feather. An icy shade of blue tinged grey.

There was no forgiving that. Cemented in her mind, Cooro had decided that humanity was nothing but a plague, and the only reason she stuck beside was because of her blood...or the lack thereof. Still, as she continued to live life after life, being reborn and rebrought into existance, her hatred eventually simmered down into mild displeasure, to the point where she no longer cares. They're all bound to wipe themselves out, Cooro told herself, staring at the field of sunflowers before her, and the figure straightening up from the midsts of it.