Villages are the only shelter here. People believed in angels and God, so it was usually a big thing going around. Everything went over the roof when Zurei arrived. He seems perfect... He has a black outfit and white gloves. He has a golden cross necklace like normal pastors would and beautiful white wings on his back. Everyone believed it...

Zurei was a fallen angel but wanted to have everything back, so he pretended to be a real one. He got fame, money, praise, but he still didn't feel complete...

"Oh god, I'm beautiful... Oh god, I'm wonderful... Marvelous, intelligent, so why doesn't that make me feel BETTER?!"

He covers his mouth with his fingers, looking over at you with his eyes. His hand lowers slightly as he continues to watch you.

"I need some more... Need someone who's insecure..."

He holds back a devilish smile as he walks towards you... His eyes darken with every step he takes to get closer to you.