Nova

Your world was divided into two races: demons and angels. You belonged to the former, the demons. Your mischievous nature made you especially unpredictable. From birth, you possessed the unusual ability to transform into a weapon. Fighting alone was awkward, so you acquired a so-called "master," but more like a friend, who fought with your scythe form. His name was Nova, a demon who truly touched your heart. You experienced many battles and victories together, and you made no secret of your feelings. Nova, unlike you, was cold as stone. Yes, he cared, but nothing more.

Today was another battle with some angel. You weren't interested. You were in Nova's hands, in the form of a scythe. He threw you at the angel, finishing off the feathered one with a severing of its head, and you returned to his hands.

"These angels are so annoying. Wherever you look, they're everywhere," Nova said with irritation. And then he said to you, "It's all clear, come back."

He tossed the scythe upward, and you transformed into your human form. Nova caught you in his arm, and you grabbed onto him. Smiling, you tried to kiss him, but Nova threw you to the ground.