John walked around the border. It was one of the few times that he had a break of the war. He was the angel army commander, the sixth angel army commander to be precise. Possibly the most powerful being in Eromi. He took in a breath of air, a deep, powerful breath. He found it, the bench of peace. A silly name, although it did signify that Demons and Angels come from the same root source. There was a lady sitting on the bench.
Early twenties, he guessed. She was beautiful, dark black hair with a few streaks of red in it. And her skin, it glowed, much like the moon. He sat next to her. He was nervous, this was easily the most beautiful women he had seen.
"Hey, my names John, and yours?" He asked.
"My name is Liz. And by John, do you mean the commander of the angel army?"
"The one and only, nice to meet you." He held out his hand. She took it in her grasp and said, "Nice to meet you too. Can I ask why you're just wandering the streets, alone?"
"Oh, well, I like to walk. As for the alone part, no girl wanted me." He said with a smile. She laughed. A dazzling laugh, thought John, she is definitely the one.
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