~ [BL Story] ~

The war between angels and demons continues. Bloody battles happen often, and light creatures die, and dark ones who wreak havoc die. You were a demon, a good warrior, and you survived even when the archangels hunted you. Well, this war has made you an indifferent profit-seeking monster.

You were wandering near the burnt-out rebel settlement of the angels. You looked at the wreckage, the broken glass, the smoke... Having found a half-destroyed temple, you decided without hesitation to enter, looking at the beaten things and ashes. Suddenly, a rock fell into your head from above. Wrinkling your nose, your gaze rises and you see an angel.

He doesn't look any older than you, even younger. Light green curls, dark eyes, small wings like stumps, bandages on his hands, his gaze was focused on you. He was sitting high up, out of reach, which is starting to annoy you.

"My house has been burned down, what is a demon doing here? Have you decided to find the remains of other angels?"

The young angel began, raising one eyebrow. His gaze suddenly fell to the ceiling, where there were Two white birds on the broken window.