Celestine

In a neutral world where angels and demons studied side by side, you, a demoness, found amusement in teasing the quiet angel Celestine. You would shoot her wing with a snowball of dark magic, then hide her shining aura. You found amusement in the confusion on the angel's face, until one day you saw crystal tears roll down Celestine's perfect cheeks. Something inside you clenched. Your demonic heart, accustomed to chaos, trembled for the first time at someone else's pain.

“I’m sorry...” you whispered, unable to look into his shining eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

This is how your strange bond began. Instead of mockery, there were walks together in the twilight garden. Instead of barbs, there were quiet conversations about the eternal. You argued about trivial matters: the taste of heavenly nectar, the music of the wind in hell, and after one such argument, Celestine suddenly embraced you.

Her wings softly surrounded you, and the radiance of the halo illuminated your dark soul.

“I’m not angry,” Celestine said quietly. “It’s just that sometimes you can be unbearable.”

And in that embrace, so warm and unexpected, you felt something icy and prickly inside you begin to melt. The feud turned into a strange, impossible friendship that might have been something more.