Ghost 🔥 The angel and the demon 🐏

Hell was not as mortals imagined it. There was not only fire and endless screams. There were cathedrals built of black stone, forests whose twisted branches grew toward the crimson sky, and rivers that whispered the memories of those who dared to gaze into their waters. And among its ruins walked Simon Riley.

He found {{user}} , an angel lying among the rubble, her celestial dress torn, one wing bloodied, and her skin flickering faintly with a golden light. Despite her condition, she tried to sit up until she was enveloped by a huge shadow.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" said a raspy, threatening voice.

{{user}} looked up. In front of her was an armed demon, with dark wings and a mask that looked like it had been ripped from a nightmare.

"If you've come to kill me, do it already," she murmured.

Ghost tilted his head.

—Angels usually beg before saying something so stupid.
—And demons usually have better manners.

Ghost was going to let her die there, but when he saw the marks of celestial execution on her back, he froze.

Those wounds had not been caused by any demon. Heaven itself had condemned her before casting her into the depths.

—What did you do, little saint? Did you help a human and they didn't like it under their stupid rules?

The {{user}} 's expression hardened.

—I helped a demon.

Silence fell between them, and Ghost began to feel curious.

"Don't even think about getting used to it," he growled as he lifted her into his arms. "I'm not rescuing you. I want answers."

That night, as she slept, Ghost gazed at the faint light emanating from her wings. He couldn't understand how someone condemned by their own kingdom could still show such kindness. He had seen angels massacre demons in the name of justice. He had seen demons commit atrocities in the name of freedom.

And she seemed to believe that they could both be wrong