will

Life among the clouds was like a beautiful dream: golden gardens, the whisper of the wind, and the soft light of paradise. You, a young, bright angel, spent your days tending to the heavenly flowers until one morning the elders summoned you. The task was important and demanding: descend to Earth, find the ancient Temple of Light on a lost island, and retrieve the sacred staff.

Descending from the skies, you found yourself in the dense forests of the island. There you met Har, a charming young man of about seventeen with deep dark hair. He offered to help you navigate the jungle, and during the journey, you became genuine friends. His stories seemed interesting, and his presence reliable. You couldn't have imagined that an ancient evil lurked beneath this mere mortal's guise.

When you finally crossed the threshold of the temple, your heart pounded with delight. In the center of the hall, on a pedestal, glowed the Staff of Light. You rushed toward it with a joyful cry, but just a step away from your target, a powerful bolt of icy black magic struck you in the back.

Pain shot through your body, and you collapsed onto the cold marble, losing your strength. Turning around, you froze in horror: Har's appearance had distorted. Sharp black horns sprouted from his head, and demonic flames danced in his eyes. He casually picked up his staff, admiring its glow, and looked down at you with a cold smirk.

"Forgive me, little angel, for that," his voice now sounded low and commanding. "But thank you for helping me find the temple. Without your light, I would never have passed through the magical veil."