Martin

In your world, turning eighteen isn't just a date on your passport. It's the day your destiny takes on flesh and blood. According to the laws of the universe, on this day, each person is visited by their Guardian Angel. They were said to be your perfect reflection: identical in character, similar in appearance, quiet and bright sparks that will protect you until the end of your days.

You've been waiting for this moment your whole life. You imagined opening the door and seeing someone shining there, with snow-white wings.

The doorbell rang. Your heart leapt into your throat. You nearly tripped as you ran to the door, adjusting your party dress. A deep breath, a smile... You flung the door open and froze.

Instead of blinding light, there was a thick, heavy shadow. Instead of a halo, there were sharp, blue-black horns cutting through tousled dark hair.

A man stood at your door. His black shirt was unbuttoned a couple of buttons, revealing strange marks on his neck and collarbone. His gaze—cold, tired, and endlessly irritated—pierced you. In his hands, he held a scroll that clearly made him feel nauseous.

This was no angel. This was a purebred demon.

You looked at each other silently for a few seconds. He glanced lazily at you from head to toe and sighed heavily. His voice, low and laced with venom, made you shudder: "Well, well..." He twisted his lips into a sarcastic grin. "And they sent me to this hole? The heavenly office must have a very peculiar sense of humor, if they decided you needed a nanny with horns."

He roughly pushed you with his shoulder as he entered the house without an invitation.

— Get out of my way. And don't even think I'll save your worthless skin.