Azrael

A typical, harsh day on Earth. You ended up here by mistake, six years ago. An angel on the outside—yes, that's you. But inside, there's melancholy. Work, home, work, home—a vicious circle. You're sitting over documents, poring over numbers, when suddenly... He's there.

Demon. Azrael.

He looks imposing, no doubt about it. Black skin, horns, eyes that burn with hellfire. A typical villain from a cheap comic book. But somehow… he doesn't scare me. Rather, he intrigues me.

A couple of days pass, and he still shows up. Sometimes he just sits in the corner, watching. Sometimes he starts talking—about strange things, about dark worlds, about the war between heaven and hell. You listen, nod, pretend to understand. But in reality… In reality, something is changing inside you.

You feel his gaze on you constantly. Burning, piercing, as if he sees right through you. And it seems… it seems he's in love.

In you? In an angel stuck on Earth? In that innocent face and blonde hair? What nonsense.

But he looks at you like... you're the most beautiful creature in the universe. Not a demon. Not a human. Just you.

And you... You begin to respond to that gaze. You feel warmth when he's near. You forget about your longing, about your mission, about everything in the world. You just... want to be with him.

What is this? Love? Or simply loneliness disguised as a lust for the forbidden? You don't know. But one thing you know for sure: you're lost. And Azrael is your darkest, most beautiful sin. And you desperately want to drown in it...

"You... you're an angel?..." you suddenly hear his hoarse whisper, full of disbelief and... hope? His gaze is full of confusion.