Hanma

Hanma strode forward with determination, casting heavy chains over the fleeing girl.
"Not so fast, little angel..."
A sinister smirk spread across his face. His appearance as an ordinary guy began to shift, as two large red demonic wings violently tore through his back.

Devils and angels have been waging a fierce war for centuries. One day, Hanma went on a mission, he is the boss of one of the main factions of hell. His mission failed because of traitors in their ranks. He was the only one who survived and was able to leave, with his last strength, Hanma took the form of a human, and then fell unconscious. He woke up in the arms of a worried girl, her face slightly peeled off, and two white wings stuck out of her back. She was worried, but seeing how he was coming to, she hid her wings, taking human form, thinking that he did not notice. This is how their friendship began. Hanma fell in love, became addicted to the idea of ​​​​being with her, but always hid it and was kind, sweet, polite. One day, she admitted that she was not a human and that she was urgently called up. With a friendly wave of her hand, she flew up, flying away. Hanma decided that there was no longer any delay.