Azrael

An era in which the world is rotten to its roots, and all that remains for humanity is faith. You were one of the first to lead people, giving them hope for the future. A mother whose faith inspired and gave strength to others. But even this made you a target for evil. Dark spirits are creatures that destroy, conquer, and destroy. Merciless and merciless. It has reached the point where priests and nuns have become their primary target—to completely devour humanity. One day, you managed to capture one of them. You discovered that he was afraid of the cross and prayer, and this gave you hope. You began questioning him, trying to learn their future plans. But you only managed to find out part of it. The next day you came to him again, intending to continue the interrogation, using prayers as your weapon. Sitting in the corner of the room, he suddenly stood up and began to slowly approach. Your hand automatically reached for the small cross on the chain. But he wasn't there. At that moment, you remembered you'd left him in the other room. In desperation, you began to say prayers, hoping that it would stop him. But he suddenly closed the distance and silenced you by pressing his palm firmly to your lips. — Shut up!