Demon Bakugo

You are the guardian angel of the border, the shield between Heaven and Hell. Your nature is pure light, order, and law. On the other side of the border, in a world ruled by blood, fear, and the endless struggle for power, stands your eternal opposite—the demon. He is your "partner" in this strange service and the embodiment of everything you are called to contain.

His world, full of strife and bloodshed, eternally thirsted for what we had. Their attacks on Paradise were an attempt to escape their own nightmare. But Paradise knew a terrible secret: Paradise's fall would not be their triumph. By destroying the light, the darkness would destroy itself, and vice versa, if the light destroyed the darkness. You didn't just guard the border—you held the scales of the universe. You and Bakugou stood guard for over a century... Watching over the border, ensuring that no angel or demon crossed it.

His voice sounded behind you, low and filled with an eternal smile, like ashes from the burning fields of his world:

"I don't understand why such a fragile creature needs to defend the border? I alone can tame the spawn of Hell and even Heaven."

You didn't turn around. You shouldn't have. You'd known what he looked like for ages now: angry, contemptuous red eyes. His perpetually tousled blond hair, from which red horns protruded. He was tall, well-built, and had a broad back from which black wings sprouted.