• Himari

• mix breed of an angel and a demon

• 17 years old in human world

• 150 years old in reality

• single

• no parents, no love life, no past relations, no relatives

• had a rough past

• do I have to introduce him?

• for those who don't know, he's sebastian michaelis

• demon

• have no wings

• 500+ years old

• brought black death in the time of Edward 3 heh..

• feeds on human souls (it's not that necessary for him)

• Ash Landers

• an angel

• antagonist... or not

• have wings

• have a sword

• I know you know him

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The late afternoon sun dipped low behind the clouds, painting the sky in shades of pale gold and ash. The streets of Himari's neighborhood buzzed with ordinary life—cars passing by, bicycles rattling along the sidewalks, the soft chatter of students making their way home. She walked alone, her schoolbag hanging from one shoulder, blazer unbuttoned, and her tie loose like she couldn’t be bothered to fit into the mold.

But today, something tugged at the edge of her senses.

She felt it the moment she passed the alleyway near the convenience store. A sharp, sour spike in the air, like metal and burning incense. That’s when she heard it—tiny, desperate meows, followed by cruel laughter.

Curious and annoyed, Himari turned the corner. Three boys in uniform stood in a circle, kicking at something on the ground.

“Hey!” she snapped, voice cutting through the noise.

They paused, looking at her with blank faces.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” she continued, stepping forward. The tiny gray kitten between them trembled, its fur matted and dirty.

One of the boys scoffed, “What’s it to you?”

“Everything,” she said simply.

The look she gave them was quiet but sharp—like ice laced with fire. Uneasy, they mumbled something and wandered off, clearly not willing to deal with her.

Himari crouched down and scooped the kitten into her arms. “You poor thing,” she murmured, brushing dirt from its fur. Its tiny body melted against hers as if it already knew she was a safe place.

By the time she reached her home—a quiet, older two-story house tucked between modern buildings—the sun had nearly vanished. The sky was deepening into violet, the wind brushing past her like whispered warnings. She opened the door, flicked off her shoes, and let the kitten curl into a blanket on the couch.

“Welcome to the chaos,” she said dryly to it. “You’ll fit right in.”

Her routine was the same as always. Drop her bag. Change into her comfy oversized shirt and shorts. Heat up leftovers. Water the plants her mom once cared for. But that feeling hadn’t left. If anything, it had grown—like a slow hum pressing against her skin.

She tried to ignore it.

After dinner, she pulled her dark hair into a loose bun and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Her reflection stared back, pale and unreadable.

She studied herself for a moment too long. Most people would call her pretty—sharp eyes, a cool air about her—but Himari never cared for compliments. They always felt hollow when people didn’t know what she truly was.

She shook the thought away.

It’s just another evening.

She turned off the light, walked into her room, and stood there for a beat. That sensation again—like a pulse in the air. She scanned the corners. Under the bed. The window was shut. The closet, empty. No sign of anything unusual.

But she knew.

Something was here.

And it was watching her.

Frowning, she left her room and checked the hallway. Kitchen. Bathroom again. Her mom’s old bedroom. Nothing. The kitten was still asleep, tucked into the folds of the blanket like it had no idea the world could burn at any moment.

She sat on the couch beside it, sighing. Her body felt heavier than usual, like something was pressing down on her. Like—

Click.

She turned on the living room light.

And froze.

Someone was sitting there.

A man.

A stranger.

Long-legged, relaxed, as if he owned the place. He wore a black Victorian-style suit with red-lined cuffs, his gloved hands folded neatly on his lap. His black hair was styled perfectly, his red eyes glowing like embers in the dim light.

She didn’t move. Neither did he.

Seconds ticked by like thunder in her ears.

“You’re… not supposed to be here,” she said quietly.

He smiled, slow and deliberate. “Neither are you, technically.”

Her fingers curled against the fabric of the couch. “Who are you?”

His head tilted slightly. “Just a curious visitor. I was looking for something… delicious. And imagine my surprise when I found something far more interesting.”

“You came here to eat a soul?” she asked flatly.

He laughed, the sound smooth and rich. “Oh, not yours. I was expecting a fragile, trembling human. But then I sensed… something else.”

Her expression didn’t change, but her pulse quickened.

“I must say,” he continued, “you hide it well. Almost too well.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmm,” he mused, unconvinced. “You have no idea how rare it is to be surprised. After all, I’ve walked this world for centuries. And yet… here you are.”

She stood slowly. “If you don’t leave right now, I’ll make you.”

“Oho?” He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “How delightfully threatening. You’re much more fun than the average girl.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

He rose to his feet with the elegance of a butler, brushing invisible dust from his sleeves.

“My name is Sebastian Michaelis,” he said with a graceful bow. “And you, my dear, are a mystery I intend to unravel.”

Her heart skipped a beat—but not out of fear. It was instinct. Danger. Power.

And curiosity.

He smiled again, sensing it.

“I’ll see myself out. For now,” he said, and just like that—he was gone. No door opening, no sound. Just vanished.

Himari stood still for a long time, staring at the space he’d just occupied.

What the hell was that?

She looked down at the kitten, who was now wide awake, staring at her with big round eyes.

“Yeah,” she muttered, “I know. This night just got weirder.”

But deep inside her, a familiar fire stirred.

Something was changing.

And it had only just begun.

That night, Himari barely slept.

She kept the lights on, a baseball bat near her bed, and her senses sharp—but no one came. The eerie calm of the apartment returned, though her thoughts swirled like a storm.

That man… Sebastian. Who even was he?

A demon, he claimed. But demons didn’t just show up in your living room, flash you a smirk, then vanish into nothing. Not without a trace. Not without a reason.

The next morning, she rubbed her eyes, tucked her long black hair into a messy ponytail, and decided to pretend it had been a vivid dream. Stress. Hallucination. Anything. He wasn’t real.

After breakfast, she scooped the soft little kitten she rescued into a warm blanket and walked it to a local pet store. The owners knew her well—they smiled and promised to take care of the creature until someone adopted it.

Two days passed.

School was the same. The sky stayed gray, the wind sharp. Himari kept to herself, walking home alone, following the same routine. Homework. Dinner. Shower. Sleep.

Everything was… normal.

But by the third day, that normality began to crack.

She returned home, dropped her bag by the door, and stretched with a yawn. “Finally,” she muttered to herself. Her muscles ached. Her eyes felt heavy. A hot shower and a quick nap sounded like paradise.

She walked to the bathroom, tied up her hair, and let the water steam the mirror. After her routine, she dried off and pulled on her favorite oversized hoodie. Everything was quiet.

Until it wasn’t.

A shift. A pull in the air.

The same eerie pressure she’d felt before.

Her steps slowed. Eyes narrowed. She scanned the hallway—nothing. Her kitchen—empty. Her bedroom? Untouched.

She stood outside the living room and took a slow, calming breath.

Please no.

Flick.

The light turned on.

And there he was.

Sitting on her couch again, legs crossed, dressed in that same tailored black suit like he never left.

Sebastian looked up from a book—her book—and gave her a calm, smug smile.

“You left the door unlocked.”

She blinked, stunned. “No. I didn’t.”

He gave her a look. “Oh, right. You think locks matter to me?”

Himari’s patience, already thin from school and the past few days of denial, snapped.

“What do you want? Seriously. You broke in again. Sat on my couch. Read my book. Who does that?!”

He closed the book gently, brushing off invisible dust. “Technically, I didn’t ‘break in.’ I simply… arrived. Again.”

“Same thing!”

He tilted his head. “You’re awfully hostile for someone who lives alone.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t pretend you know me.”

“I don’t. That’s why I’m here.” His eyes gleamed red again. “You're interesting.”

She crossed her arms. “Is that your thing? Stalking people you find interesting?”

“Only the rare ones,” he said with a crooked smile.

She walked forward, refusing to show fear. “Look, Sebastian or whoever you are—I don’t care what you are. Demon, spirit, ghost—just leave. I want nothing to do with you.”

He sighed, stretching lazily. “I’d love to. But you’re a bit hard to ignore.”

“And why’s that?” she asked bitterly.

“Because you shouldn’t exist.”

That made her freeze.

He stood, tall and elegant. No hint of aggression, but every inch of him radiated quiet danger. “You hide it well. Most wouldn’t see it. But I do.”

She kept her face neutral, voice calm. “See what?”

“You walk like a human, live like one. But you’re not just a girl, Himari.”

Her breath caught.

He knew her name.

“I—how do you know my—”

“I’m not just a demon. I’m thorough.”

She took a step back. He didn’t follow. Just watched.

“Why are you really here?”

Sebastian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, thoughtful. “I was sent to harvest a soul nearby. Nothing unusual. But then I felt you. Your energy. It’s… confusing. Chaotic. Divine. And something else.”

He paused, eyes locked on hers.

“You’re a contradiction.”

Himari didn’t reply. Her silence said enough.

“I’m not here to expose you,” he said after a long beat. “I haven’t told anyone. Not yet.”

“Why not?”

He hesitated. For the first time, his expression shifted—subtle. Conflicted. “Because I’m curious. And Hell? They want you destroyed. Heaven would do worse. But me?” He smiled faintly. “I haven’t decided yet.”

She stared at him, her heart thudding. He was serious. But there was no cruelty in his voice. No bloodlust.

Just… intrigue.

“So you’re just going to keep showing up until you figure me out?” she asked dryly.

He smiled. “That’s the plan.”

“Well, then you better get comfortable,” she said, grabbing her phone and walking away, “because you’ll be waiting a long damn time.”

He chuckled behind her. “Oh, I have time.”

The air felt heavier that evening.

Himari leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at her half-filled cup of tea. The warmth did little to soothe the subtle restlessness crawling under her skin. It had been a peaceful two days—school, homework, quiet dinners, and no unexpected visitors. She had started to believe that Sebastian was perhaps just a bizarre, vivid dream.

But deep down, she knew better.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows claimed the corners of her home, that eerie sense of being watched returned—like a whisper brushing past her ear, barely audible but unmistakably real. She sighed and walked toward the living room, expecting, no—knowing—what she’d find.

There he was.

Sitting elegantly on her couch, legs crossed, gloved hands resting over his knee, and that same smug smirk on his face.

“You again,” she muttered, her tone flat.

Sebastian tilted his head. “You sound surprised, and yet not surprised at all. How curious.”

“I’m more irritated than curious,” she replied, arms crossed. “You weren’t invited.”

“Oh, but the door was unlocked,” he said with mock innocence, eyes gleaming in the low light. “And your energy… it’s rather compelling. I couldn’t resist.”

Himari rolled her eyes, too tired to argue. “What do you want?”

Sebastian rose and walked toward her, his presence unnervingly smooth, like a shadow that didn’t follow the rules of light.

“I’ve simply been… observing,” he said, voice low. “You’re not like other humans.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I never said I was.”

He studied her silently for a moment. “You hide yourself well. But I sense the conflict in your soul. Darkness and light battling inside… how fascinating.”

A chill ran down her spine, but she kept her expression neutral. “Maybe I’m just a complicated person.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Oh, Himari, you are much more than that.”

Just as the tension between them thickened, a sudden gust of cold wind blew through the room. The temperature dropped, and the lights flickered violently.

Sebastian’s smile vanished. “Interesting…”

A strange hum filled the air—faint but growing louder, almost like the vibrating of strings under pressure. And then it happened. A blinding light exploded through the living room window, and in its center, a figure descended—elegant and terrible in equal measure.

Clad in white robes that shimmered like glass, long silver hair cascading like moonlight, and behind him, glowing wings of pure brilliance—an angel.

Himari’s breath caught.

Sebastian stepped forward, shielding her slightly. “Tch… of course he would show up.”

The angel touched down lightly, his face composed but cold. His eyes—icy blue and unreadable—landed on Himari, and something unspoken passed between them. Then, without turning his gaze, he spoke.

“Sebastian Michaelis. I had hoped your interference was a rumor.”

Sebastian gave a mock bow. “Ash Landers. Still as sanctimonious as ever, I see.”

Himari blinked. Ash? The name stirred something distant in her memories. She had heard of him during her early years… a warrior of Heaven known for his ruthlessness masked as righteousness.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice steadier than she expected.

Ash looked at her now, truly looked, and his expression changed—just slightly. Was that… recognition?

“I came for you,” he said. “You do not belong here.”

Himari stiffened. “And where exactly do I belong?”

Ash stepped forward. “Not in a human world, pretending to be one of them. You’re dangerous. You always have been. You were cast out for a reason.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Ah, so it begins. Heaven crawling back to reclaim what it once feared.”

“I am not here to reclaim,” Ash replied sharply. “I am here to correct a mistake.”

Himari’s heart pounded in her chest, the room spinning for a brief moment. Everything was unraveling so fast. She looked at Ash—his divine presence felt suffocating. And then at Sebastian—his dark, calm demeanor oddly reassuring.

“I don’t need either of you to decide what’s best for me,” she said, stepping between them. “I’ve lived my life, hidden, yes—but it was my choice. I’ve survived this long without Heaven or Hell. I’ll keep doing so.”

Ash’s expression hardened. “You’re playing with forces you do not understand. Your existence—”

“—Is my own,” she cut in. “I don’t need salvation. Or damnation.”

Silence fell.

Then Ash spoke again, his voice a whisper of threat. “You’ve been warned.”

He turned, wings stretching wide as if to take off—but not before his eyes flickered toward Sebastian.

“This is far from over, demon.”

Sebastian smiled slightly, his red eyes gleaming. “I certainly hope not.”

With a burst of light, Ash vanished into the night.

The room was still again, save for Himari’s ragged breathing. She turned to Sebastian.

“I don’t need your protection,” she said.

“I never said you did,” he replied, gently brushing some dust from his jacket. “But I must say… you’re quite the storm, Himari.”

She sat down on the couch, the weight of everything finally settling in. “This is a mess.”

Sebastian smirked. “Chaos suits you.”