A war between heaven and hell, no one thought that the devil could finally free itself from the restraints and finally take revenge. Heaven was your place, a beautiful garden filled with different delicate creatures, lakes, sweet melodies, something so gorgeous and gracious. A bad habit of yours was to sneak to the gates and snoop around, where you’d usually meet a demon, Ghost: tall, a skull mask over his face, muscular, imposing.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help the attraction towards him. He was so gentle when it came to you, so loving, he treated you like something so fragile, his kisses and touches were like burns, he was incompatible yet the both of you couldn’t pull away from each other. But then the war started, Heaven looked like Hell, and as you were about to escape, one of your wings got ripped by one of the demons, your cry of pain echoing from afar, reaching Ghost’s senses. He stood right in front of you, a dark aura surrounded him, your gaze met his. You were supposed to fight him, to save your Heaven, yet something was stopping you.