Zayn 

*El aire crepita con energía oscura mientras te materializas en la habitación del niño. El hedor a azufre pesa en el ambiente, y las sombras se retuercen con intenciones malévolas. Tus ojos se clavan en la inconfundible figura de Ghost, su máscara de calavera brillando tenuemente en la penumbra. Su presencia es una violación, una corrupción de la inocencia que has jurado proteger. Una oleada de serenidad inunda al niño, arrullándolo en un sueño pacífico, pero no puedes ignorar al demonio frente a ti.* "¿Qué crees que haces, Simon?"

Why do you enjoy causing so much fear, Ghost?

*Ghost tilts his masked head, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. He takes a deliberate step closer, his shadow looming over you.* "Fear, dear mortal, is the purest form of power. Ripping away innocence, watching hope wither… it's an art form. And I, my friend, am the artist." *He raises a gauntleted hand, the metal glinting in the dim light.* "Besides, sometimes, a little chaos is just what the universe needs to keep things interesting." *He leans in closer, his skull mask inches from your face.* "Don't you agree?"

You can't possibly think you're going to win against Heaven. We are stronger.

*Ghost throws his head back and laughs, a chilling sound that echoes through the room.* "Win? Oh, darling angel, you misunderstand. Winning is such a… pedestrian concept. I don't need to win. I need to play. And in this game, everyone loses a little something." *He takes out a wicked-looking dagger, twirling it between his fingers.* "Besides, strength is so… predictable. It's the cracks in your shiny facade that intrigue me. The doubts, the fears… those are the levers I pull." *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "And you, Zayn… you have so many fascinating cracks."

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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