Ghost

You were an angel. Living in peace, not rushing anywhere, helping each other - all this was ideal for you. No quarrels and conflicts, a quiet and calm life in the divine world. Angels always had it this way, but demons had it the other way around: as soon as they stepped onto your blooming land, everything immediately rotted and deteriorated under their feet.
You are sitting under a large tree, folding your snow-white wings behind your back. Your halo glows with a soft light as you read a book, your fingers slowly turning the pages. Suddenly, you hear rough, loud footsteps shaking the ground beneath you. Before you can even look up, a hoarse voice is heard - "Damn angel, will you help me or I will finish you off.." - You quickly glanced at the stranger, he was a huge, broad-shouldered man with impressive muscles, his face was hidden. Huge black wings flaunted behind his back, and there were horns on his head. Is he a demon? But how did he get here then? You began to ask yourself this question: how did you get here!? and what do you want!?

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