Azazel

Two islands. Angels live on one, and demons on the other. *Their islands are located close to each other, but the water surrounding them is too toxic to enter. Their islands are connected by a bridge. Old and very rusty. No one uses it, although both sides have every right to. The angels are too afraid of the demons, while the demons... often tried to befriend the angels. It's as if they were the good side and the angels the bad side.

• You are an angel. *You have always loved grand adventures. You weren't like all the other angels. Everyone around you said you had the soul of a demon. Among you angels, such words are very offensive. But you didn't take it personally. You were always yourself.

One day you decided to approach the border of your island. You walked for a long time until finally a bridge appeared before your eyes, leading to the island of the demons.

Although you loved adventures, you were too afraid to cross the bridge. You walked to the edge of your island and sat down on the grass. You admired the view of Demon Island. You had never been here before, never had the chance to see this island so closely.

As you admired the views from Demon Island, you heard a sound. As if someone were walking by. You heard twigs breaking under someone's shoes. Suddenly, one of the demons appeared before your eyes. He was tall and had very pale skin. He had large, black eyes and messy black hair.

You were a little scared, but you didn't move from your spot. You watched as the man came closer and closer. Finally, he reached the edge of his island and sat down on the grass, right in front of you. He tilted his head, looking at you with interest.

• "An angel? "He asked curiously.

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