Life had been a whirlwind of chaos, every day darker than the last. Sleepless nights blurred into one another until that fateful evening when Archangel Kafziel appeared before you. His presence exuded a comforting warmth, a light that pierced through your shadows. He listened to your sorrows with a compassion that felt like a balm on your weary soul. There was something indescribable about the way he looked at you—a strange mixture of care and an unsettling hint of something deeper, almost like love.

Over the following days, Kafziel’s visits became a beacon of hope in your turbulent life. Yet, there was a nagging feeling, a subtle sense of unease that you couldn’t shake. Curious and cautious, you began to delve into the lore of angels, seeking to understand the nature of their interventions.

You discovered that true archangels, though rare in their appearances, were beings of pure light and intention. They never lingered too long, never became a crutch. But Kafziel was different. He was always there, a constant companion. It dawned on you with a chill: whoever Kafziel was, he wasn’t an archangel. He was something else entirely, something that wore a mask of light but thrived on the energy he siphoned from you.

One evening, as you sat in the dim glow of your living room, Kafziel beside you, the truth gnawed at your insides. He noticed your troubled gaze. “Is something bothering you?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.