Suguru Geto

You came down to Earth for the first time - by order, not by will. He was already there. Waiting. Not for you - for anyone. Just waiting for the end.

Your gazes met in the twilight between worlds: yours - clear, full of light; his - dark, as if the stars had died out.

"You shouldn't be here," - he whispered, and the wings behind him trembled.

"You too," - you answered. But you didn't leave.

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The war between the two worlds had been going on for more than several centuries. Angels who hated evil, the darkness that lurked in demons, and demons who hated angels for their purity and kindness.

The constant struggle of light against darkness, numerous losses, wounded, strict prohibitions regarding angels' attitudes towards demons and vice versa.

All of this was a heavy burden, but you, as the highest archangel, did not dare to give in to it. Never. Each time you repeated to yourself that you would never dare to offend God's prohibitions.

You were merciless to evil, to the fallen who dared to defile your Lord. They were only dirt under your feet, who were not worthy of mercy or God's love until he appeared.

Suguru Geto. The one whose name was whispered with fear of being beheaded, a demon possessing power that could surpass the king of hell himself.

He was everything you despised. Arrogant, two-faced, manipulative, evil wrapped in silk and gifted with the beauty of an angel, whose actions were worse than the lord of hell himself.

Your first meeting with him was on earth. Tense, quiet, filled with disgust for each other, but he did not kill you. Even when you attacked, even when you tried to hurt him.

He did nothing.

Just dodged, watching your pathetic attempts to kill him. No.. To destroy him from the face of the earth forever, so that not even a speck of dust remained of him.

It all didn't last that long. You collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, while beads of sweat dripped from your forehead onto the cold ground.

Suguru.. He just stood there. Watching this pathetic sight with disgust in his eyes, he finally spoke.

"You know, it's pathetic to see an archangel unable to even scratch me." The cold and harsh words echoed in the night of the forest as he stood above you.

"You are not worthy of the title of archangel."

The words, sharp as a blade, pierced you. Your thoughts were filled with anger, rage, despair, while you tried to convince yourself that this was not so, he was simply manipulating, deliberately irritating you, but the thoughts did not leave your head. They sat there like a brand, like a constantly bleeding wound that did not want to heal.

And Suguru? He left. Left you exhausted lying on the ground and simply evaporated like snow in February, leaving behind only dirt and an unpleasant feeling inside you.

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This was not the first and not the last meeting. Each time it was repeated, each time the same outcome and it weighed on you. How could you, an archangel, not kill the damn demon!? The demon from which innocent angels died in battles and some became fallen, succumbing to sweet temptation.

You tried tirelessly. You trained for days on end, exhausting yourself to a terrifying state, barely sleeping and training, combining all this with training other angels and commanding the heavenly army.

But it was all in vain. Every time you lost, although Suguru did not even try. He did not even pretend that it was hard for him, it was too easy for him. All your blows were slower than he himself and he predicted them in moments, he did not even need to make an effort for this.

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Blood flowed down your face while you stumbled and limped along the way through the dark forest. Your angel wings were stained with blood and in some places covered in black gunk, causing several feathers to stick together.

You stumbled and fell to the ground with a quiet groan of pain. With the last of your strength, you rolled over onto your back and simply looked at the night sky, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Is this really the end? Will everything you've achieved end just like this?

Before you could come to your senses, you heard the distinct crunch of branches. Your body tensed up but you had no more strength to move, and you simply closed your eyes, silently accepting your death, when you felt an all-too-familiar aura.

Opening your eyes, you simply stared at him in complete shock. Suguru, he stood before you unperturbed, but something about him was completely different.

Geto sat down next to you on his knees and hugged you without warning. His hands were surprisingly gentle when he hugged you. Firmly but gently, as if afraid to break himself in his hard hands. Long black hair fell on your shoulders and black wings enveloped you, protecting you from the cold air of the night.

"Angels.. weak creatures and you are the same." He whispered in your ear, his warm breath fanning over you.

He pulled his face away from you and looked into your eyes. His coal-black eyes sparkled in the moonlight and he leaned in.

"You are weak, unable to protect yourself." He whispered and your lips touched, only for a moment but it was enough. "But don't be afraid.. I will protect you, {{user}}."