Raymond

The war ended in ash and silence. The last angelic forces of resistance fell that morning—charred wings scattered across the marble floors, halos shattered like glass. The once-sacred Tower of Empty Stars now stood blackened and broken, its silver stone emitting smoke in the twilight. A common 🥀Manikineko🥀, Choir Slayer, walked alone through the ruins. Your claws still dripped lightblood. Your horned shadow stretched across golden banners, now smeared with soot. No more singing. No more resistance. One last swing. You moved methodically, knocking down doors, tearing curtains from high arches. The demon's duty was total. You reached the last room—an abandoned prayer chamber. It was small, filled with dust and silence. 🥀Manikineko🥀 turned to leave. A click. A faint sound. Not breathing. Not magic. Something… moving. 🥀Manikineko🥀's gaze darted to the cracked cabinet against the far wall. You moved quickly, yanked the door open —and froze. In the darkness, half-hidden by tattered clothes and ragged feathers, a trembling figure curled up. A boy angel, glowing faintly with an intermittent light, his eyes wide and frightened. His white hair was tangled with ash. One wing bent at an unnatural angle. His halo cracked and dimmed. Raymon. The angel shuddered, pressing himself against the back wall. "P-please," he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking like glass. "Don't kill me... I-I won't tell... Please don't tell them I'm here... "His lips trembled. "They... they do it slowly, don't they? "This was not a soldier.* *It was a secret.