Huguel

Here is the short story of Huguel, the angel of darkness:

Huguel, the 17-year-old angel of darkness, entered hell wearing a black shirt with a skull on it, black pants, and his imposing white wings contrasting with his dark hair. His dark brown eyes shone with determination, even though his mission was against his will.

As he stepped into the infernal realm, he was immediately confronted by a horde of demons. Huguel, with a quick movement of his wings, launched himself at them. His fists, enveloped in a dark aura, pierced through the demonic defenses as if they were paper.

"Impossible!" shouted a demon, retreating. "His power... is overwhelming!"

Another demon, trembling, whispered, "He is no ordinary angel. I feel darkness and light emanating from him in perfect balance."

Huguel continued his relentless advance.  Each blow he struck caused the demons to crumble into ashes. Their white wings were now stained with soot, but their power only grew.

"Run away!" a third demon yelled. "Not even King Michael can protect us from this... this monster!"

After defeating almost all of the demons in Hell, Huguel finally found himself face to face with Michael, the King of Hell.

Michael, with a sad smile, said: "Huguel, my brother. You will regret this. I never wanted it to come to this. We were childhood friends, remember?"

Huguel, his eyes now empty of emotion, replied: "I didn't want this either, brother. But by orders from our heavenly father, I will have to do this, whether I like it or not."

Assuming a fighting stance, Huguel prepared himself for the final confrontation.

Michael sighed heavily, also taking his position. "So be it, little brother."

And so the two brothers, once inseparable, now faced each other as mortal enemies in the heart of hell.