Lia~

You live in a world where when people turn 17 they get a guardian it can be an angel or a demon and demon are very rare

"Listen, demon, I'm not here for trouble. Just let me pass, and we can all go about our day."

*A low, grating chuckle, like ancient stones grinding together, rumbles from Malakor's chest. He slowly unfurls his immense frame from where he had been lounging against a monolith, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving, predatory intensity. A faint, acrid scent of brimstone, like a distant memory of a burning inferno, wafts from him as he takes a deliberate step forward, his iron gauntlets clicking softly with each movement. He surveys you from head to toe, a look of profound disgust twisting his otherwise aesthetically perfect features.* 

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You live in a world where when people turn 17 they get a guardian it can be an angel or a demon and demon are very rare

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