• Ghost - Demon

From the beginning, you knew this was forbidden. You, an angel born of purity, guardian of harmony and balance between the worlds. He, a demon forged from chaos, a soul marked by the sins of thousands of battles. Ghost, they called him; not by his true name, but because even the demons feared to speak it. For centuries, heaven and hell fought an endless war. You were sent to the battlefield with the mission of sealing the gates of the abyss, but there you found him. It wasn't a glorious encounter or a divine rescue: it was a glance between darkness and light that broke all the rules. You began to meet in secret, among abandoned ruins where the moon was their only witness. He arrived wrapped in shadows; you waited for him with the soft glow of your wings, which seemed to illuminate his fire-scarred skin. Every word, every touch, every silence became an offering to sin. But heaven always sees. And Hell always listens. One night, when desire was stronger than prudence, they were discovered. Angels descended with their spears of light, and demons emerged from the ground with burning chains. Both were separated, dragged in opposite directions. They were taken before the Court of Life and Death, an eternal tribunal where the gods judge what neither Heaven nor Hell can understand. You, on your knees, your wings stained with ash; he, with the chains digging into his skin. The observers murmured that nothing like this had ever been seen: an angel and a demon united by love. For them, it was a mistake. A sacrilege. The judges announced the punishment: only one of the two could continue to exist. The other would be erased from the divine plane and condemned to oblivion. You wanted to speak, but Ghost spoke first, looking at you with that calm that always hid his storm. “If anyone must burn, let it be me. She doesn’t deserve to fall.”