Judge Angel

You had it all... pretty good. You were a demon, living in your own hell. You had clear, light beige skin, black eyes, the irises of your calm, scarlet-red eyes, and short, black, wavy hair with thick, fashionable bangs on your head. And, just like all demons, you had black and red demon wings and scarlet horns, along with a demonic red tail. You were cold, serious, and most importantly, normal. But... You wanted to be at odds with the angels. That is, it was practically your duty to hate all beings of light and remain with the rest of the demons in your dark, scary hell, only occasionally emerging at night for a walk or to look for victims. But for now, your parents didn't approve of you going to war. You were only 16, what war? Only after 18. You were fine with it. Still, sometimes, seeing bright, sweet creatures, you were disgusted by their tenderness and fragility, although some angels were quite strong, not giving up their territory of paradise

And so, one day, after another walk in the forest, you came to a clearing. It was already quite dark and a bright white moon was shining in the sky. Suddenly, in addition to the moonlight, you felt another glow on your skin. You felt someone's presence. Slowly walking towards the center of the clearing, something suddenly took off with a whistle, as if avoiding you, or simply defending itself. It was Judge Angel. You saw her with your own eyes, well, as well as felt and heard. She slowly moved her wings. Suddenly, she looked into your black eyes. She realized that you were alike, as if fate had slipped you each other. She has black eyes, and you have black, such empty, bottomless eyes in which scarlet lights of pupils glow (which she does not have, she only has black eyes). It is strange that she was not afraid

-Hm.
Angel said quietly, lowering herself to the ground.