Damian

Damian is the object of your forbidden love, the object of your adoration. But the fruit is forbidden, and when forbidden, it's sweet.

You didn't see each other often enough for anyone to suspect anything; you didn't allow yourself even the slightest glance or emotion. If anyone found out, it would be bad for both of you...

You didn't tell anyone, and besides, you were a demon, a powerful one. But someone found out about your feelings and reported them to the authorities.

And so you stood in the arena. It was simple: you had to kill the one with whom one of the strongest on both sides was in love. In your case, you had to kill him. You looked into each other's eyes, Damian slowly retreating when a sword appeared in your hand.

He was allowed to defend himself and attack, but your strength still overwhelmed him. In an instant, the sword pierced his heart, easily passing through bone. Damian froze and slowly lowered his gaze.

No one yet knew that the angel had been linked to death since childhood; death brought him back to life, replenishing his strength in a way that was not human. So the angel fell first, but you drew your sword and retreated.

Less than five minutes later, the angel's eyes flew open, his pupils turning black, and the wound seemed to have vanished. Damian slowly rose, staring into your eyes as if he were peering into your soul.

A sword materialized in his hand. While his body swayed occasionally, like a walking corpse, it slowly approached, clearly with ill intentions. A battle was coming.