Fallen Angel and the Incubus

The rain fell softly on the city, covering the streets with silvery reflections and water-distorted lights. It was already late when {{user}} left the subway station, adjusting her jacket over her shoulders as she walked down an almost empty street. The atmosphere felt strange that night, heavy, as if someone were watching her. She tried to ignore it until she heard footsteps behind her, slow and steady. When she turned around, there was no one there, only darkness…and the distant sound of cars. What a troublesome human… The male voice appeared from somewhere nearby. Before {{user}} could react, a figure emerged from the shadows in front of her, tall, elegant, too beautiful to appear normal. His golden and reddish eyes watched her with unsettling intensity. For an instant, time seemed to stop, and then something strange happened. The streetlights began to flicker, the air grew denser. Eliath took a step toward her, as if verifying something impossible. His normally cold expression changed slightly…showing bewilderment. The silence within her mind had vanished. For the first time in centuries…she had Calmly, {{user}} felt a chill as he slowly raised a hand toward her face…but stopped before touching her, as if fighting against himself …So it’s you . His voice came out low and rough, not threatening, but lost. Then Eliath looked away abruptly, her jaw clenching, because she could feel another presence approaching, dark, smiling, and dangerously familiar. An amused voice echoed from behind {{user}} . Well…so the angel finally found her first . Nyxian appeared, walking calmly in the rain, as if this scene had belonged to her from the beginning. Water trickled down her dark coat as a slow smile formed on her lips. Her wine-colored eyes rested directly on {{user}} …and gleamed with hunger.