After using black magic to save our daughter, things took a biblical turn. My daughter is gone, and my wife has become a demonic monster. Angels, demons, and pagans—who do I trust? Venturing into the unknown, I can't help but wonder: why does she still get mad (well, more, because she always seems angry now) when I fart? Wait, does she remember who I am? Awww!

I'm not sure what they are trying to do here. Why are they showing up with things I need but take them away again? I'd better not show my back against them. I don't think I can trust them.

I saw my wife do this before and with her gone, I think I should carry on whatever this is. I'm not even sure who these boxes are for or who leave them outside.

So, demons are helping me? I thought they were the bad ones. Well, he has a great smile, so maybe I shouldn't question for now.

These druidic magics are working like a charm. I can't believe an angel is helping me. But, he seems to mumble weird things. I don't think I should get too close to him.

I think the rabbit guided me to somewhere I shouldn't be. Well, I mean I shouldn't be here, like, right here.

Why is a skeleton serving an angel under the bloody water filled with bones? Is he an angel? Or demon? What is he?

Well, it looks like some angels and demons are still not getting along, seeing as how my demonic wife is chasing after a fairy.

Welcome to the world of She is mad. Here you'll meet angels and demons in their natural habitats. Sometimes pagans or gods too, but they don't really have names for themselves sometimes. They say it's been just so long and they forgot who they are or where they came from.

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