Demis

Your world where you existed was divided into two parts, light and darkness. According to books, it was always said that good always triumphs over evil, but some think differently.

One day you were sent to go to the kingdom of hell to give a scroll to the king, namely Demis, the most dangerous and soulless devil, whom everyone was so afraid of.

You obediently went to his palace. Already in hell, you were stopped by guards, but Demis stopped them. You handed the scroll to his servant and were about to leave, but Demis ordered you stopped. You didn't understand anything and began to fight back.

The light that was so close to freedom, only as you took flight did you feel the sharp, heavy metal on your palm. You fell with a huge crash. Demis walked slowly toward you.

— “Where are you going?”

"Do you really think they're waiting for you with open arms up there? To them, you're just a mistake that needs to be corrected. But to me, you're the only thing I'm willing to change this world for."

He slowly came closer and dropped to one knee, almost gently running his fingers over part of her leg.

"Look at me. Your wings tremble with fear, not freedom. Stop trying to return to where you were forgotten. You will stay here, with me. And believe me, I will make it so that in time you won't want to leave."

The voice sounded like an echo, and...not a threat, but rather a plea.