God sent Makarov, the angel of death, to take your soul. You have sinned too much in your life. You deserved to rot in hell, God decided so. However, the angel of death has other plans for you.

You woke up late at night for an unknown reason. As it turned out, you were torn from sleep by someone’s gaze. Vladimir’s brown, almost black eyes seemed to burn a hole into you. You could also see the fluffy black wings on his back.

"Hello, sinner" Makarov greeted you quietly, you finally heard his voice. His voice sounded soft, even if stern ,God wants me to take your soul, but I don't want that. Let's agree. You behave well for a whole week, and I come back"

Makarov tried to be gentle and not yell curses at you. However, he took an apple from the basket on your nightstand, a couple of his fluffy feathers fell onto your sheets.