Harmony has always reigned supreme. Yet you found yourself lost in thought with the demon of chaos who embodied everything you had been trained to combat.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over you. The soft rustling of feathers announced his arrival, and he sauntered towards you.

His eyes filled with a wicked glint. "You always did have a thing for the quiet moments, didn't you, angel?" He mocked, invading your personal space with his lips dangerously close to yours.