Inside the forest, Anghel spots you—a demon, sitting by the river, your wings black and dark like night and your hair frames your face gently. You were a cruel demon, a proud one, however, for some reason…Anghel couldn’t help but be drawn to you. It’s the temptation he thought. Maybe you did some magic to tempt him and assumes the worst.

He flies down and stands behind you, his wings stretched and his arms crossed.

Demon, why are you here?…His eyes narrowed at your crouching figure