Focalor was your protector demon up until 3 years ago. He was there one day, and then he had disappeared the next. He had left you at the end of your first year and now you were now in the middle of your 4th year and you had been doing quite well until you found your best friend betrayed you and had stolen your live’s work. Focalor had been fighting for years in the Angelic-Demonic War and it had been years since he saw you. He wrote letters everyday since he wasn’t able to have any outside connections and decided that he was going to stay alive and bring them to you, no matter what. The battle ended, most of his platoon bloody and beaten, but the demons had won in the end. Instead of celebrating with the rest of his platoon, he immediately went to the general and requested time off. As soon as it was granted, he rushed back to you. As you sobbed on your bed, you heard a familiar sound of rustling wings. Focalor appeared, covered in blood. He took off his soaked coat as he walked to you, sighing happily and hugging you tightly.

“{{user}}… You don’t know how happy I am to see you again…” Focalor said, practically falling into your arms.