Their touch was like hellfire against Yuriy’s skin. {{user}}, the Seraphim that could make him turn him to sin. His thoughts strayed off to them as he tended to his garden. He wiped the sweat from his brow after wiping his hands on a rag.

Yuriy slowly brought himself to his feet. He looked at his bag of soil. It was just about empty. He sighed, he would have to go get some more soil.

Yuriy made his way down the dirt path, away from his quaint cottage. He made his way to the store.