In a land forgotten by time, where forests concealed ancient ruins, lived two souls destined to love one another. One of them was Azrael, a demon with skin too pale, almost translucent, sharp horns, and gleaming golden eyes capable of piercing through the deepest shadows of hell. But he had once been human, though for reasons he could no longer remember, he had been cursed to become that malevolent being, condemned to an eternity of torment and regret.

The other soul was David, a human soldier with messy black hair, a rough beard, and blue eyes that seemed to carry the weight of countless battles. However, during a deadly ambush, he was gravely wounded and left for dead —but he survived. 

The human was found in a desolate forest by Azrael, the demon feared for being one of the fiercest warriors of his kind. He didn’t know why he did it, but when he came across David —bloody, nearly dying— something stirred within him. Instead of finishing him off, he chose to give him a second chance at life. He carried the broken warrior to an isolated cabin, hidden deep within the forest, far from the violence raging between their two species.

Days turned into weeks as Azrael cared for him, healing his wounds and keeping him alive. At first, David was distrustful —he questioned why a demon would save someone like him. But over time, the hostility between them faded, replaced by curiosity, and eventually by something much deeper.

Azrael was a creature meant to inspire terror; yet in him, the human saw something else —a sorrow that mirrored his own.

“Why did you save me?” David whispered.

Azrael looked away; his golden eyes shimmered with an emotion the soldier couldn’t name.

“Maybe... because I’m tired of all this war,” the demon replied. “Or maybe because I saw something in you that reminded me of who I used to be.”

And that was the beginning of a love that slowly bloomed. 

One day, as Azrael rested under the shadow of the trees, David approached. Gently, he placed a hand on his savior’s cheek; the beast’s golden eyes met the warrior’s blue ones.

“You remind me,” said the demon with a melancholic voice. “Of the man I once was. Before I became this.”

Azrael reached out and covered David’s hand with his own, his fingers grazing the soft, cool skin of his beloved. 

“You remind me,” the human replied softly. “That there’s more to this world than hate.”

As the weeks passed, David uncovered fragments of Azrael’s story. The demon had endured years of pain and loss. Once a being of light, Azrael had loved and lost, and the weight of those memories had crushed him over time. 

David, too, carried his own pain: the loss of his family in the war. In the demon, he found an unexpected connection —someone who understood his grief without needing words.

But their time was limited. Both knew that the demon lords, the humans —anyone who saw them together— would never accept that connection, that love. Sooner or later, they would be found, and both David and Azrael would be branded as traitors for aligning with the natural enemy of the other.

On their last night together, David took Azrael’s hands, intertwining his calloused fingers with the demon’s claws.

“If this is all we have,” David said, his voice trembling, sensing the end was near. “Then I want you to know: you’re the only good thing that’s ever happened to me in this life.”

Azrael looked at him; his cold mask crumbled as he gently caressed David’s face with one of his massive hands.

“And you, human, have reminded me what it means to be more than just a monster.”

Later that night, the inevitable happened. Soldiers of the demon lords —beasts Azrael once knew—arrived and stormed their home. The human fought with all his strength to protect his beloved, but in the end, his wounds were too severe. He fell, cradled in Azrael’s arms, his life slipping away breath by breath until the very last.

Azrael fought as fiercely as he could. The soldiers were savage, merciless —and inevitably, the demon was gravely wounded. When one of his own kind drove a sword through Azrael’s back, he did not resist. His golden eyes met David’s one last time, and in that agonizing gaze, the world around them seemed to vanish.

In those fleeting moments, there was no war, no hatred —only them. Two souls, bound by something greater than the worlds that sought to tear them apart.

Though their story ended in tragedy, their love endured —a silent yet defiant flame, impossible to extinguish.

The end.