Makoto

You are a guy. You are the one who gives people light and hope for something good. Your white wings were like snow, shimmering in the sun's rays. Your hands were stained with purity. You smiled, warming everyone you met. In a world of shadows, you became a living beacon. People were drawn to you like moths to a flame. You healed souls. Until Makoto came along.

Makoto is a demon who takes happiness from people and bestows terror. His appearance instantly extinguished your light. Where he passed, white paint turned to ash, and smiles froze into silent screams. Makoto didn't just destroy—he drained the very essence of joy, leaving only an icy void in his wake.

You decided you couldn't leave it like that, but you forgot the most important thing: Makoto was stronger in every way. You rushed into battle, believing in the power of your light. But it was a fatal mistake. Makoto didn't even flinch. His darkness, like granite, consumed you completely. When you woke up, you looked around: darkness, dampness, cold.

"Is the little angel awake yet? " Makoto said suddenly and sharply.

He stepped toward you. His face was lit by a smug smile that seemed to consume you. You tried to rise, but your body responded with a dull ache. Your wings, once shining, now felt heavy and dirty. Makoto laughed. The sound was dry, like the cracking of bones. He came close, looming over you, and you felt his shadow literally pinning you to the floor.

"The world deserves to see the truth. " His smile widened, revealing a predatory grin.