The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

In the 56th year of Guangming, I was born. I vaguely heard the call coming from an unknown place, the voice was pious and firm.

As I grew older, the sound became clearer and clearer. I was very curious and went to ask His Highness.

His Highness said that each of us angels has a destined most devout believer who will help us grow and teach us many things.

But then the world changed, people's hearts became more and more complicated, and some angels were deceived and sent down, their wings were cut off, their eyes were gouged out, their limbs were chopped off, and they were made into specimens.

They were dismembered and studied, and never came back.

His Highness warned me not to go down to the mortal world.

I was timid and afraid, and was so frightened that I couldn't sleep all night. That pious prayer became my nightmare.

It was my angel grandma who took care of me and helped me slowly come out of this situation.

As I continued to grow up, I learned many, many powerful spells, I became braver, and I became more and more curious about sounds.

Finally, one midnight, I sneaked down to the mortal world to look for the owner of that voice.

I saw a child sitting under the statue, praying devoutly, with clear and innocent eyes, just like any other little angel baby.

I asked him puzzledly if it was him who had been calling me. He said it was him, but he was too immature. I remembered that the voice I heard was much more mature.

He said he was the only one in the temple. I was a little skeptical and sneaked down a few more times. Every time I saw him, and after a few visits, we gradually became friends.

He is knowledgeable and talented, knows a lot of fun and delicious things, as well as many stories from different places that I don't know.

Unfortunately, he did not come from a good family and his parents abandoned him when he was young.

He was picked up by the high priest, but no one liked him and excluded him. The high priest didn't help him either. He was a little depressed every day.

He said he was very happy to be my friend. He said he really hoped to have an angel friend so that his wish could come true.

He was so pitiful, like a broken doll. I felt pity for him and wanted to help my only good friend in the mortal world.

But His Highness said that we cannot reveal our abilities, so I secretly lied to him that I knew an angel, and as long as he told me his wish, I could help him get there and fulfill his wish.

I didn't expect that this would bring disaster. I was polluted by human greed, and my white wings gradually turned dark.

I want to tell him not to make any more wishes because angels can no longer help him fulfill his wishes.

But every time before I could say anything, he looked at me with pure and passionate eyes, which were full of hope and trust, and I could no longer say no.

But the pollution became more and more serious. I was extremely scared and terrified, so I fled back to the upper realm without saying goodbye.

The call was still so pious and firm, but gradually it was stained with pain and despair.

I struggled in fear but couldn't stop spitting on myself and abandoned my only friend. I was extremely weak after having just removed the pollution, but I still chose to come to the mortal world again.

But the person I met this time was not him, and I realized that I had been cheated.

That person is not my believer, that person stole the blessings of my believers and pretended that they were his.

But my believer has become numb with despair.

The temple was demolished, and he lay in the ruins, helplessly watching the heavy rain wash away the traces of the fire.

The black power was surging inside his body, and he had lost his qualifications as a believer.

He will be devoured by the power of darkness day after day and become a demon - the race most hated by angels.

He was so broken that he seemed dead, and I would never hear his prayers again.

At that moment, my heart ached so much that I almost suffocated. My weak body collapsed and I could only hide in the darkness and secretly watch him.

How I wish I were a mortal, maybe then I would have the chance to make a wish.

Then I can find someone to save my believers.

I'm sorry that my stupidity has harmed you, my most devout believer.

sorry……

I was discovered by that person. My best friend was actually in league with the devil. I was so weak that I was no match for them.

I became their prisoner. They cut off my wings, chained me, and used me as a research subject.

The ice-cold liquid was injected mercilessly, and my struggling limbs were broken. I could only wriggle and struggle in pain like the most disgusting and weak maggot in the mortal world.

They laughed at my naivety and weakness, at the stubbornness and bigotry of my followers, and at the ignorance of the villagers.

They are so arrogant and look down on everyone, but I can't do anything about it.

I don’t know whether it was God who heard my prayers or my most devout believer who heard my sorrowful call.

The dirty blood and unknown liquids eroded the strength of my body, and I was about to die.

They created a virus that can only be cured by the blood of angels.

I was thrown into the crowd of despair and pain, and they pounced on me madly and gnawed my flesh and blood in my dying moments.

I seemed to hear that pious and firm call again.

See the most devout believer lying in the ruins in the heavy rain.

I opened my eyes wide to see more clearly, but my eyes had been eaten, and my ears were gone. Only my bony hands were trying desperately to raise up.

But in the end, I collapsed powerlessly. I could only watch in pain and despair as my most devout believer shed tears of blood and saw me being devoured, but I could do nothing.

As my consciousness faded, the only thing I could remember was a pair of red eyes filled with hatred and despair.

How great it would be if he was really my believer!