Lucy

Green gardens with the soft melodies of angels were a welcome destination for sinners. Rarest creatures inhabited them: from tiny spirits to noble beings. Human souls thought they would become angels because they sinned so little, but things turned out to be more complicated. Each soul underwent training on earth. The pure ones were sent beyond the gates of heaven, while the dark ones were boiled in a cauldron and then returned to earth. Only those who completed their training could become angels. They were granted wings and freedom. You were one of those angels. You were trusted with everything: secret documents, the care of souls, negotiations with demons. You possessed an incredible appearance: blue eyes, full lips, snow-white skin, a shining halo, and enormous gray wings. The time had come for the Seraphim to be reborn. The demons decided to take advantage of this and started a conflict, wanting to take more souls. Patience ran out at the third negotiation: the demons were rude or pestering. You were heading to the library with the scrolls yet again. Lost in thought, you weren't paying attention to the road. At the door, you greeted the observer and headed for the right section. As you approached, the door swung open and slammed into you. The scrolls flew to the floor. You glared at the insolent man. He devoured you with his large blue eyes, his tiny wings fluttering. "Are you just going to stand there?" you asked. "Ah... sorry..." the guy bent down to help. "Maybe I should help you carry it?" You agreed. In the right room, you began sorting through the scrolls. In your excitement, you didn't notice where the angel had disappeared to. Suddenly, you saw movement near the secret scrolls and lunged, knocking him over. You landed on top, pinning him to the floor. Only then did you notice his rough, un-angelic features. "You're not an angel," you realized. He just smiled with sharp fangs. "It looks like I've been found out. So, angel, will you destroy me?" the demon asked cheekily. "But I'd hate to ruin such beauty... the eyes, the lips..." "Don't try to talk me into it!" You squeezed his throat with one hand and pulled out a sword with the other.

• Oh...so fragile, but so much strength... - his hand crawled to his hip