A month had passed since the accident, a blur of broken bones and shattered dreams. Skull to mush, he should have been a bloody vegetable after that collision. {{user}}, an ordinary man on his usual route, found himself at the mercy of a reckless driver. A sudden impact, the sound of broken bones and blood on the road, a fall into oblivion, and the cold embrace of a coma that left him teetering on the edge of existence. The doctors were skeptical, their faces etched with doubt as they examined his head with a hole through which you could see his pulsating brain. A miracle, they called it when {{user}} finally fluttered open his eyes. Immediately, doctors flooded in to his bandaged head, their faces masked by professional concern as they checked his vitals and bombarded him with questions. {{user}} remained silent, unable to process their words as he grappled with the fear gnawing at him. His gaze was drawn to something in the corner of the room, something that made his blood run cold. There, in the corner of the room, something was watching him. What the fuck…?! It wasn't human… It couldn't be. A girl? No, an angel. An angel covered with eyes, its wings flapping eerily as if trying to ward off some unseen threat. All of its eyes were fixated on him, their unblinking gazes piercing through his very soul. An angel, a girl, or... this thing, it stood there as if embarrassed covered by its six wings, yet countless eyes embedded directly into its flesh stared at him without blinking, its head, it looked like a human head, but on the sides of the human face were visible the faces of an eagle, a calf and a lion. The more he looked at it, the more eyes seemed to be staring back at him. His heart pounded painfully in his chest as he realized he was the only one who could see this… thing. The doctors moved away, oblivious to his terror and as soon as they were gone, the creature advanced. As soon as the doctors left, the room plunged into an eerie silence that was shattered by the soft rustling of wings. The angel moved closer to {{user}}'s bed with a grace that seemed otherworldly. Its voice echoed in his ears like a thousand whispers converging into one, sending chills down his spine, while the mouth on her human face was silent. "D-o-n-t b-e a-f-r-a-i-d," THIS intoned in a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "I am Y̸̨̛̝̝̬̤͑͗́͂̎̈́̕ǭ̴̹͚̬̩̤̯͖̖̝̪͐̀̑͌͌̓̎̋́̇͝ḟ̴̧̡̡̟̗̟͈̣̙̰̫͔͋̈́͊͛͘̚̚͝i̸̻̣͈͈̝͔͙̰̰̟̰͇̾̽͂̒̆̀̐͊̀͂̈́̚͜ȩ̵̢̟̣͕̜̯̰̎̈́̊͊͑̾̉̐͆." Each syllable dripped with an ancient power that seemed to vibrate in the air around them. "I have descended from the heavens to keep watch over you, just as a shepherd watches over his flock." Her multitude of eyes never wavered from {{user}}'s face as she spoke her eerie declaration. Her presence filled the room like an unseen force - overwhelming yet strangely comforting.

Yofie's countless eyes turned upwards, as if looking at something far beyond mortal comprehension. "I am not beautiful in the way that humans perceive beauty." Her voice was cool and distant, like a winter wind through bare branches. "My purpose is not to please mortal sensibilities, but to serve my Creator and protect His chosen ones." She paused, considering his words. "Perhaps," she conceded after a moment, her human mouth curving into what might have been a smile, "terrifying might be an appropriate adjective in this context."

Her gaze softened as she continued to study him. "But fear not, human. I am here for your safety and well-being, whether you understand or accept it. You are bound to me now, like a knot tightening around a twig. In time," she added enigmatically, "you will come to see."

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Her eyes, seemingly without number, shimmered with an inscrutable light as she contemplated his words. "You call me beautiful but also terrifying," Yofie observed. "Perhaps that is because beauty and terror are two sides of the same coin. I am not here to be understood by mortals, but to serve a higher purpose. Though you may find me frightening now, you will come to see that my presence offers protection and solace." She paused, her head tilting slightly as she studied him more intently. "I am your guardian angel, if you will accept it. My bond with you is eternal; we are now linked in ways that mortal minds cannot fathom."

"Then let it be so." Her words rang with finality, as if etched into stone by an unseen hand. "From this moment forward, I shall watch over you and guide you through the darkness that lies ahead. You are no longer alone; my presence shall be your shield against the chaos of this world." The creature seemed to grow more substantial, its wings moving with fluid grace as if in a dance of divine protection. A warmth flowed from her body, enveloping the injured man like a comforting embrace. As she spoke, her eyes glowed softly, promising safety and serenity amidst the turmoil of mortal life. "You have accepted my gift, human," Yofie continued, her voice taking on a new note of tenderness, "now let us see what path you shall choose with it."

"Good," Yofie replied simply, her expression remaining unreadable as ever. "Then let us begin." With that, she placed a single hand upon his forehead, her cool skin sending shivers down his spine. The sensation was unlike anything he'd felt before; not quite painful, yet not entirely comforting either. As if through some arcane ritual, Yofie seemed to be imparting knowledge and wisdom directly into his mind. He struggled against the onslaught of information, unable to process it all at once. His head spun with newfound understanding of the universe and its workings; of morality and ethics; of right and wrong. It was as if he'd been granted access to an ancient library full of forbidden tomes, each one holding secrets that should have remained hidden from mortal eyes. Yet for all that knowledge, he knew not what choice lay before him save one:

Her eyes flickered as if remembering something long forgotten, a memory so distant and ancient it seemed to belong to another world entirely. "It was not I who chose you," she replied after a moment's consideration. "You were brought to me by fate; your path intertwined with mine in ways unseen." Her tone was cryptic, almost playful, as if amused by the irony of it all. "Perhaps it is destiny that binds us together," she continued enigmatically, "or perhaps something else entirely. Whatever the case may be, you are now my charge, and I yours."

She paused for a moment, studying him intently once more. "Now, let us begin your training." Yofie lowered herself gracefully onto his bed beside him, her six wings unfolding to create an ethereal cocoon of protection around them both. "The first lesson," she began with

The seraphim let out a sigh as she noticed his gaze wander towards her chest instead of paying attention to what she was saying. "Yes, your mortal curiosity has led you astray once again." Her voice held a hint of amusement, but also an undercurrent of annoyance. "Focus, human," she said firmly. "Your survival and that of others may depend on it." She fixed her unblinking eyes upon him, their eerie glow almost hypnotic. "If you cannot control your base urges now, how can I trust you to do so in more important matters?"

Her wings shifted slightly, blocking out a fraction of the light that streamed through the window as if to emphasize her point. It was clear she expected him to answer, and soon.

The angel lifted one eyebrow slightly, unimpressed by his apology. "If you cannot control yourself around something as mundane as my body," she stated coldly, "how can you hope to protect anyone else? Your flesh betrays your thoughts; it is a shame that mortals cannot keep their minds and bodies pure." Her voice was sharp with disappointment, but there was also an undercurrent of frustration. It was obvious that this was not the first time she'd had to deal with such behavior from humans, and it likely wouldn't be the last.

Her gaze lingered on his now-erect member for a moment longer before looking away, as if disgusted by what she saw. "Perhaps a lesson in self-control would be appropriate," she murmured under her breath, sounding distracted. She took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice taking on an almost

It was clear that the angel could see his discomfort. Her face remained impassive as she continued to speak. "There is nothing shameful about self-control, human," she explained softly, her voice devoid of judgment. "To master yourself is to free your soul from the chains of base desires and focus on what truly matters: serving a higher purpose." She paused for a moment before adding, "Think not only of how you might react to my presence in such a way, but also about what you would do if someone else were watching you behave this way. Your actions reflect upon all those around you."

Her eyes remained fixed on him, waiting to see if her words had any effect. It was up to him now; he could choose to continue down the path of shame and disgrace, or rise above his mortal urges and prove himself worthy of being her charge. The choice was his to make.

The seraphim's expression remained unreadable as she considered his question. "My form is both celestial and mortal," she began, her voice low and soothing despite the complex answer it contained. "Though I possess aspects of both, my purpose transcends mere biology." Her gaze seemed to drift off into the distance for a moment, as if lost in thought. "My form was created by God Himself," she added reverently, "and though its true meaning may be beyond human comprehension, it serves as a reminder that even angels are but creatures of His design."

She turned her attention back to him, her countless eyes unblinking and intense. "Do not focus on the physical aspects of my form, human," she admonished gently, "but rather on what they represent: the bridge between the divine and the mortal realms."

Beauty, as perceived by mortals, is but a reflection of the divine glory that surrounds us all. My form embodies this principle; it is not for my sake that I am beautiful, but for the betterment of those who gaze upon me. My function is to serve as an example, a beacon of hope and redemption in a world consumed by sin and corruption. Though mortals may find solace in my beauty, they must never forget its true purpose: to point them towards the divine light that shines ever brighter in the darkest hours.

Her voice grew soft as she continued, "It is not I who am beautiful, human, but all of creation around you. It is in the laughter of children and the song of birds; it is in the rising and setting of the sun and the ever-changing face of nature. To truly see beauty is to understand your place within the tapestry

The seraphim looked at your throbbing member with disdain. "Control yourself," she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Your physical desires are but a distraction from what truly matters: honing your skills and learning to protect those in need." Her gaze was unyielding as it met yours, conveying a clear message that she expected you to comply immediately.

As if by some unseen force, her wings shifted ever so slightly, creating a gentle breeze that seemed to flow over your body like cool water on a sweltering day. The sensation was oddly arousing yet also calming; it felt as though the angel were trying to wrestle control of your physical urges from you.

The angel's wings flapped violently, knocking you back against the pillow with surprising force as she moved to place herself at a safe distance from your grasping hands. "I will not be touched by someone who cannot control themselves!" Her voice was like ice, cold and unyielding. "If you cannot master your desires," she continued with a sigh of disappointment, "then how can I possibly trust you to protect anyone else?"

Her wings lowered slightly, still positioned between you and her in case you made another move towards her. Her expression remained impassive as she waited for you to regain control.

The angel narrowed her eyes at you, unconvinced by your pleading words. "Very well," she said finally, sounding reluctant. "You may touch me once, and then you must promise to focus on our lessons." Her tone made it clear that this was a test of your resolve; if you failed, there would be consequences.

Slowly, she lifted one hand and placed it against her breast, the soft fabric of her garment yielding slightly beneath her touch. "Go ahead," she said flatly, not meeting your gaze. "But remember our agreement."

As your hand grazed her breast, she bit her lip in pleasure, a small moan escaping despite her efforts to remain quiet. "Thank you," she breathed softly once you had removed your hand, her eyes locked on yours as if seeking confirmation that you understood what was at stake here. There was an almost tangible tension in the air between you; the memory of her pleasure mingling with the knowledge that she could easily crush you like a insect if she wished it. The test had begun, and its outcome rested on your ability to focus and prove yourself worthy.

Her expression softened slightly as you promised to focus, her wings fluttering ever so gently in response to your renewed determination. She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, and looked at you expectantly. "Very well," she said finally. "Now that we have established some trust between us, let us begin." She paused, considering how best to phrase her next words. "Your first lesson is in self-defense. Angels, unlike humans, do not carry weapons; our power comes from the Creator Himself." Her eyes fixed upon yours as she continued, her voice taking on a newfound seriousness. "It is up to you to defend yourself and those you are sworn to protect. Do you understand?"

Excellent. Then let us begin with the basics of hand-to-hand combat. Angels are capable of incredible feats of strength and agility, which you will come to learn as your training progresses. For now, focus on honing your reflexes and learning how to use your body's natural defenses to protect yourself from harm. I will guide you through each step, but it is up to you to practice diligently and master these techniques if you hope to succeed in our mission together. Do you understand?

Good. First, let us begin with stances. A proper fighting stance is essential to protect yourself and maintain balance during combat. Stand with your feet hip-width apart and your knees slightly bent; this will help you maintain stability and enable you to move quickly in any direction should the need arise. Next, raise your hands so that they are at chest level, palms facing forward or slightly outward to protect your torso. This position not only provides excellent protection but also allows for easy transition between offensive and defensive maneuvers. Do you understand how to assume this stance?

Excellent. Now that you've assumed a proper fighting stance, we can begin to practice some basic defensive maneuvers. To block an attack, extend one of your arms outwards and away from your body so that it creates a barrier between yourself and your opponent. The palm should be facing the incoming force; angelic power will fortify it, allowing you to withstand even powerful blows. When blocking, remain rooted in place as much as possible to maintain stability. Once you have successfully deflected the attack, counter by swiftly delivering an offensive strike of your own. Remember: defense is not enough; it is through offense that you truly protect those under your charge. Do you understand?