Ghost

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death.

When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

As I saw his face, I felt my soul being pulled out of my body. I tried to hold on, but it was too late. My physical body fell to the ground, and I was left astrally projected, helpless to stop Azrael from claiming my soul.

But then, Belzebub appeared, grabbing my lifeless body. He saw my astral form and knew he was too late. Azrael reached for my soul, but Belzebub, influenced by his vessel Samson's love for me, lunged at the Angel of Death, determined to fight for my soul.

Oh, Danie