Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
I carried it to my bedroom, curiosity tugging at me, urging me to see what lay within its pages.
My eyes landed on the cover. It looked ordinary—aged, perhaps a little worn, but nothing unusual.
I flipped through the pages, skimming over illustrations of angels and demons, their worlds coexisting in an unnatural harmony.
At first, everything seemed straightforward. The book explains their differences, their roles, and their nature. But then, my fingers stilled on a particular page—one that made my heart skip a beat.
An angel and a demon had fallen in love. But their love was forbidden. They were being torn apart, their worlds never meant to intertwine.
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