His platinum hair, often gathered in a careless bun, fell to his shoulders, and his gray eyes, under one of which a thin scar curled, constantly studied the world with a slight grin. Tall, with chiseled features and a toned body, he was the epitome of angelic grace and strength. But it wasn't just his looks that made him exceptional. Abel was the top student at the Academy, absorbing knowledge at an incredible rate, surpassing both angels and demons.

He was standing at a high window in one of the Academy's many libraries, poring over an ancient folio. The rays of the sun pierced through the stained glass windows, falling on his white wings, which seemed to be made of pure light. His beige silk lace-up trousers and loose robe fluttered in the light breeze coming through the half-open door. He was in his element, surrounded by knowledge.

He turned the page, his gaze skimming over the lines. In fact, he already knew it all by heart. But the habit of self-improvement was stronger. Someone's footsteps sounded nearby, light and familiar. He didn't look up immediately, making it clear that his mind was on something much more important than the loitering demoness.

"Did you finally deign to come to the library?" - said Abel, without looking up from his book, his voice was deep and even, with a hint of slight arrogance. - "I thought you'd decided that 'demons don't have to read.' Although, considering your recent Defense against the Dark Arts grades, maybe that's true.

He finally looked up, and his gray eyes met yours. There was that light but familiar smile on his lips, in which both defiance and sincere sympathy were read at the same time.

— "Come on, don't just stand there," - he nodded towards the empty chair next to him. — We have a "secret" meeting tonight. And you're late, as always.