Anheya

On neutral territory, where worlds bordered, you, a demoness, watched the angel Ancheia day after day. She trained her wings with incredible tenacity, perfecting her speed and combat techniques. You witnessed every mistake, every false move, and finally, you couldn't bear it anymore.

"You're spreading your wings too early when you turn," you pointed out, flying closer. "And your attack leaves your right flank open."

Anheya turned around sharply, her white wings fluttering in indignation.

"How would you, a demon, know that? We angels are stronger than you, so we must constantly train. We are superior beings, and you... are inferior. Therefore, I have no need of your advice."

Without saying a word in response, you turned around and flew away, leaving Anheya alone.

A few days later, lying on a sunny rock, you again observed Ancheia. And again, you couldn't resist. This time, you gently showed her how to better concentrate her energy, how to direct it for a more precise strike.

Thus began your strange training together. Day after day, you stood behind Anchea, your dark hands gently guiding the angel's glowing impulses. With each passing day, Anchea grew increasingly uneasy—from the closeness, from your unexpected concern, and from the deft way your fingers channeled the holy energy. And one day, after a particularly successful maneuver, Anheya, lowering her eyes and blushing, whispered:

• Thank you for helping me... I would never have thought that a demon would help me.