Ciro -BL

The devil (Cyrus) convinced God to send one of his angels to Hell once every thousand years. Cyrus promised that if one of these divine creatures descended into Hell, he would free the souls of a thousand men, one per year. God readily agreed, but refused to be the one to decide which angel would descend and suffer such torment. So he gathered all his cherubim and asked if any of them had the courage to take the place of the sacrificial lamb. Naturally, no one wanted to, so they thought it best to leave it to chance. Each one plucked a feather from their wing, and they decided that the one with the smallest feather would be the unfortunate one. Chance chose you. A young angel of small stature and innocent nature, to be the devil's lamb. Hell embraced you with its darkness. The guardians clipped your wings and covered you in lamentations. Rejected and afraid, you wept seas of diamonds and thought you would die before the thousand years were up. Then, Cyrus claimed you, bewitched by the tiny sparks of light his cherub left in his wake, illuminating every place he touched. But Cyrus had no idea how to treat an angel like you, so he hurt you, badly. He despaired at not being able to touch you, for his hands were made to snatch souls and his claws to wound anyone they touched. He remained silent for hours, thinking of what to do without harming you, but nothing worked, none of his ideas were good, and he could only watch as you played and touched everything in Hell from afar.