Demon vs. Fallen Angel

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Mika the Fallen Angel strood through a graveyard one night, her black wings folded up against her back. She would occasionally stop to observe one, her red eyes glowing red in the darkness. She wondered if she would get any "flashes" of visions, as she called them. "Humans can be so weak........" she thought to herself barely above a whisper.

"No actually. My own grave. As odd as that sounds."
There was a slight humor in her voice that sounded almost weird in comparison to her cold and emotionless tones. Krysta turned her head and looked back at her headstone. Even from here you could see the bright yellow petals of the flower her sister had left there only a few hours ago.

"I'm so sorry if I offended you..." Mika apologized. She noticed the flower on the grave. "Did a relavtive visit you earlier?" she asked.

"My sister." she replied, her voice much quieter than it had been before. She slowly turned her attention away from the flower and back towards Mika.
"What brought you here?"