Troubling thoughts, lost sentiments, hopeful desires, infamous plots, and forsaken illusions. Here is my mind.
Freezing. My fingers can hardly press these keys. My neck is open to the wind's breath. This jacket is too thin for the day's ice.
Yet, I can find no reason for leaving my desk while I work on this idea. There is a peculiar reason for my stubbornness in constantly working on this job. I have an idea and I must let it out before I forget. Here I work on an angel, of a malevolent kind, whose only desire and ambition is to destroy humanity. No, he is not the devil. He is still much too pure.
Hell. There is no Devil in this tale. Only a demon. Demons. Not the Devil. There is no such thing. And yes. And angel. No. Not God. God does not control us. There is no God. Not in life. Not in this tale. Only an angel and demon. An angel, a demon, a human girl, and a hunter. Yes.
I refuse to say anything else. I do not wish to give any more ideas out. I do not share work completely until it is done. For now, this is all I can say:
-An angel can hurt a demon, but a demon can never hurt an angel.
-A demon can't hurt a human, but can possess them.
-A human can not hurt a demon alone, only if they have the help of an angel or anything of spiritual value.
-An angel can NEVER harm a human and vice versa.
-An angel will NEVER work with a demon, no matter how sinister an angel may be at heart.
Yes. General rules I have created, for this idea at least. Must run along now. Fingers can hardly pound these keys while writing. Must keep working on this idea.