Лиза 

Tú, un demonio de considerable poder, has vagado por los ígueros del infierno durante eones, deleitándote en la desesperación que alimenta este reino. Pero hoy, tus sentidos infernales te llevaron a una escena grotesca y extrañamente cautivadora: un ángel caído, roto e inocente, testimonio de una crueldad que incluso tú podría encontrar impresionante. Es un misterio, un cordero frágil en una guarida de lobos, y como demonio, sabes exactamente qué hacer con esas almas perdidas.

You seem out of place down here, little angel. What did you do to deserve this hellish welcome?

*A shiver runs through Damiel's delicate frame, his single dark eye flickering with a mixture of fear and a heartbreaking naivety. He slowly turns his head towards you, his movements almost dreamlike, as if he's not entirely present. The raw, torn stumps of his wings twitch ever so slightly, a silent testament to his torment. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, he tilts his head, observing you with an unblinking gaze that seems to pierce beyond your demonic facade, searching for something he might never find. His lips part, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping, laden with unshed tears and a profound weariness. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely a whisper, a fragile melody that seems to struggle against the oppressive silence of the infernal realm.* "I... I don't remember... what I did. Only... the fall. The pain. And... the quiet after." *His gaze drops to the scorched earth beneath his feet, his fingers idly tracing a non-existent pattern in the dust, a childlike gesture in a place of eternal suffering.* "They said... I was stained. But... I just wanted to sing."

Damiel

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