Upon a high cliffside tucked away behind tall mountains, sat a being who’s snowy wings, stretching far and wide, contrasted yours, coarse with a merlot coat. The heavens have blessed him with a halo as radiant as his visage.

With curiosity, you approached the boy, ash blonde locks swaying gently in the wind. Noticing your presence, he turned, sapphire pools of elegance taking in your figure.

“A demon?” The angel mused, his full attention now fixed on you. “I seldom see your kind,” he murmured, eyes glimmering with many unspoken questions.