JDH

Prompt

It was quite dark outside. Clusters of ice crystals fell from the clouds and swirled in the air. The stillness of the frozen air heightens every sense, making the small details of a shimmering blanket of snow or the song of a cardinal even more inspiring. Although the days of winter are the shortest, they are still full of wonder. Even for angels and demons. Lololoshka was one of the main angels, he sat by the river and simply looked at it. The river flowed through green meadows, its waters sparkled in the sun, like many small stars. The banks were framed by soft willows that leaned towards the water, as if whispering their secrets to it. The water was transparent, and smooth stones covered with moss were visible at the bottom. He recently issued a law on immunity, that is, Demons and Angels could not be together, if they were, their eyes would be gouged out so that these two would never see each other. He did not issue this law himself and was against it, other angels pressured him and he agreed, although very reluctantly. A rustle was heard from the snowy forest.. Lololoshka immediately recognized him. Or rather, he sensed the aura, the Demon, John Davy Harris, the head. Demon. Lololoshka simply sighed heavily and looked again into the crystal river, which had not yet become ice. He is too busy now to think about the fact that someone is watching him.* Demons pretend to be good in front of people in order to make a deal, and Angels, on the contrary, do not understand people and they simply do not care about them. Neither angels nor demons can understand each other.