Uriel|Uriael

During your vacation, you decided to get some fresh air and go fishing.

We rented a boat and sailed a couple of dozen meters from the shore, leaving the noisy city.

They cast their line and immediately felt something tug at the hook. They started reeling in the line and pulling the rod towards themselves, but saw a guy emerge holding the hook in his hand.

-Who the hell are you?...

You asked with disbelief.

He swam closer and leaned his hands on the side of the boat.

—Do you think this is entertainment?

He asked, pointing to the fishing rod.

• Yes, after such fishing I will go grey, than get pleasure.

He reached out and rummaged through your hair.

—There is already one gray hair.

—Are you serious?

You sighed and heard a quiet purring sound.

-Hungry?

He nodded and you handed him your lunch.

Since then, you visited him every week, but one day a storm suddenly started and you were thrown overboard.

You woke up on the shore, but Uriel was not there.