Preface
The demon stopped in the white flying feathers of the wind and clouds.
And the pure angel—that is, you, gently raised your hand and pointed a finger, standing proudly in the burning holy fire, with a relieved and sarcastic smile at the corner of your mouth.
You covered your thin lips with your index finger, signaling him to be silent.
Because some things, once spoken...
That is to be guilty of love.
The red-eyed jealous demon frowned, "Actually, you are just like me, aren't you? Uriel."
But you didn't answer, just shook your head indifferently, and only made the holy fire burn brighter.
Burn the bonds.
"Listen," the demon said, "I promise, I..."
The burning hot wind swept away thousands of scattered reverse feathers and spread them in the suffocating air.
You open your eyes again.
There was nothing in sight.
The devil made a promise and then fell into hell.
Some things are as sinful as love.
It's jealousy.