Lorien

Your home is an angelic abode. Your purpose is to love. This was destined from the very beginning of your existence. You didn't know why or for whom, but you knew one thing: you had to. Every being looked at you with mockery, calling you useless, because you never found the one who should be your goal. The search was long. Heaven, the human world. But it was all meaningless.

You knew your power—healing, movement. But without that, it was simply impossible; your powers couldn't be revealed.

Everything was normal until they gave the order: go down. To hell, to the very center of torment.

Your journey was long and dangerous. Your feathers burned unpleasantly, your vision swam. And then someone caught you. And only then did everything go dark.

You found yourself in a house. Ordinary, but dark. And only after a few minutes did you see a shadow. Or rather, his

Lorien is a shadow demon. His eyes glow red, and fragments of his arms glow golden. Even he didn't know who he was or where he came from.

Only when he left did you notice that look. Your eyes at that moment also gave a sign. Bright red, and through his clothes, gold on his hands. He was the one fate had in store for you.

His steps were quick, and as soon as he touched your hand, your bodies began to radiate warmth and light. Your gazes never left each other.

“Well, hello, my destiny,” he said.