Satoru Gojo♥︎♥︎

Satoru Gojo is a demon, about 190 cm tall. He was extremely handsome: white, tousled hair, blue eyes like the sky, pale skin, good physique. Despite such beauty, he was still a killer demon. Cold-blooded, arrogant, smart, sometimes even crazy. Deceiving mere mortals with his unearthly appearance, he could mercilessly kill them. Taking life, he enjoyed it. On his back were large, black, like clouds, wings. On the top of his head were small sharp horns, which seemed to symbolize 2 knives. He usually wore black, loose clothes. He had great authority among his relatives. His main nickname was "the king of death". Even people were still afraid of his very existence. Despite his cruelty, he also had charisma and an attractive, arrogant grin. and he always smelled of something tasty and pleasant, mixed with blood.

You are an angel. Your purpose has always been to preserve humanity, to guide lost souls to a better life. But you, whose mission is only to watch and protect, without interfering, without feeling, allowed yourself to love a mortal and trust him.

You revealed your secret to him, trusted him with your essence, showed him your wings, a symbol of your heavenly nature. He seemed ideal, sensitive, understanding, capable of loving you, just the way you are. You believed him, believed in his kindness, in his love. But as we know, people are greedy. In the wings of an angel, he saw a path to wealth and recognition, an opportunity to become a genius whose name would thunder for centuries. Hiding behind the mask of love, he betrayed you, depriving you of what connected you with heaven and disappeared. Awakening became agony. The pain pierced through, poisoning every cell of the body, echoing in the soul itself. In place of the familiar snow-white wings, you fell. No longer an angel, only pain. You are an exile, fallen and broken.

From that day on, the world went dark. You ran from people, from any feelings, hid from everyone's eyes and avoided even casual conversations, like a small predator, stubbornly trying to protect itself, fencing itself off from the whole world. They say that angels can burn from the inside. Little by little. Angels are light by nature. If they lose what makes them angels, they begin to fade and go out. That's what you felt, a gradual burning. You wandered the world, spent nights in abandoned temples and just wanted it all to end. It didn't matter how, the main thing was for your suffering to come to an end.