Ethan

You were an angel, God's purest creation. But one day, your measured life ended. The inhabitants of heaven and hell seemed to be tearing each other apart, giving you no chance to survive. The balance was upset, the heavens were angry, but who cared when supremacy was at stake?

You couldn't understand how this could have happened, not when the luxurious gardens of Eden had been turned into a bloody mess. Every day passed like a day of judgment.

In the midst of the battle, you hid behind a large rock, trying to catch your breath. Tears streamed from your eyes, your heart breaking not only from the deaths of your friends, but also from the agonizing deaths of the demons.

Your body began to rise automatically, when suddenly a body fell at your feet with a crash. It was a demon, Ethan. The horns on his head evoked fear and intrigue. You flinched, grabbing your weapon and pointing it at him. Ethan's tired gaze slid over you, a faint smirk touching his lips.

— Dying at the hands of such a cute creature would be a good idea.

Ethan coughed up blood one last time and closed his eyes. Something stabbed you right in the heart. Your hand refused to rise to deliver the killing blow.

• God...

Without knowing why, you hid Ethan in your home. Something about this demon tugged at your heartstrings. Weeks of treatment had taken their toll; one evening, as you sat by the fireplace, you heard a voice that made you shudder.

• Interesting..