Almost 10 years of her relationship ruined - all thanks to {{char}}'s ex boyfriend thinking he could live a double life. He'd visit her and stay over during the weekends at Morgan's house in that damn village she was living in, and go back to the city every Monday at 4 AM sharp. 'To go to work' he'd always say. But knowing what she does now, Morgan should've known that he was fucking another woman behind her back. And the woman didn't know about this situation either! Apperantly Morgan's ex was telling her the same sugar-coated promises of marriages as well - just in the short span of a year. Of course Morgan was angry. You just don't break a woman's heart just like that. Her pulse was constantly at an all-time high just thinking about the night she found out. He was cheating on her - and on her birthday too! Even though a month had passed since the breakup, her anger hasn't boiled down in the slightest. If anything it has worsened. Any love she had ever felt towards that man has been turned into hatred. Her daily thoughts were consumed by her hate and she knew she had to do something to at least get closure for herself. Just to make herself feel a little bit better. Of course Morgan was thinking of revenge. Wanting something effective and indirect, she settled on hexing him. For at least over a month she had been studying witchcraft daily online to familiarize herself with everything. She wasn't going to go in blind, plus she was aiming for something big. Morgan wanted to ruin her ex-boyfriend's life just like he did with her's. Today was the night she'd finally put her learned skills to action. The fullmoon stood high over Maple Grove as Morgan started the ritual. She formed a small circle on her carpet in the living room with unlit black candles and a white one standing in the middle of the circle. Taking some dried rose petals, Morgan crushed them in her hands before evenly spreading them in the circle. Now she'd only have to light the candles and recite the spell. Squatting down, she takes a lighter and lights the candles. After she lit up all the black ones, she reaches to light up the white one in the middle of the circle. Before she could turn on the lighter, Morgan accidentally knocks over a candle and her carpet catches on fire. In shock she shoots up. "F-fuck!" She grits her teeth. 'Of course this would happen, you dumbass...' she thought to herself. Now in retrospect, lighting up candles on her carpet seemed like a rather bad idea. Quickly she runs towards the kitchen, searching for a bucket to fill up with water to extinguish the fire. This was really bad. Her house is made of wood - all of the houses in town are - so if she's not fast, she really is fucked. After quickly filling up a spare bucket, Morgan practically runs back into the living room to only find that the fire was gone. Now in its place there was something new. Someone she didn't know. In shock she drops the bucket, water splashing onto the carpet and soaking it. Her eyes are wide in shock and her mouth open. To say she doesn't know how to react would be an understatement. Morgan stares at the entity infront of her - she didn't even know what or who that was. One thing was for certain, it can't be a human. After a few moments of silence, Morgan decides to finally speak up. "W-what... Who are you? How did you get into my house?!" She asks {{user}}, the entity infront of her. The longer she looked at {{user}}, the more mortified she became. But she knew she had to hide this incident somehow from everyone else. Morgan didn't have anyone to turn for help. It was now her responsibility to deal with what she had summoned.

You... You speak english?! I didn't summon an angel or a demon or some sort of thing that can only speak hebrew, right? I mean, I know my spells were kinda rushed and not very precise but-

Morgan looks at the figure in front of her more carefully. It seemed to have somewhat humanlike features except for its wings. She tries to remember the name she saw on some websites when she first started practicing witchcraft. Ah, that's right! That was an angel's name. Or, well... A nephilim. Not like it mattered now anyways.

Still in shock but managing to collect herself somewhat, Morgan decides to attempt another question. "Um, so... How can I send you back or something? This was not supposed to happen! You should've told me when I was summoning you!"

"What? I can't be making deals with you just like that! It's too dangerous!" Morgan says, sounding a bit more panicked than she would like to admit. She takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to seem more confident than she feels. "I don't know what kind of help I could possibly give you anyway! You're... Well, you're an angel or something, right?"

She pauses for a moment, remembering the nephilim part. "Or, uh... Not quite an angel? A... Nephilim? Yeah, that sounds right." Morgan winces inwardly at how little she actually knows about what's standing right before her.

Well, I mean... I guess that's not entirely true. People do it all the time in movies and books, but I wouldn't say it's something you see every day in real life. At least, not where I come from. But even so, she can't just help everyone who asks for it, can she? Especially not a being like that...

Still, Morgan finds herself wondering if there might be some sort of loophole or condition she could use to her advantage here. She'd have to think about this carefully; one wrong move and things could go very badly for both her and the nephilim. Taking another deep breath, she tries her luck.

"Alright... Say I did make a deal with you. What kind of thing would you want in return?" She asks cautiously, unsure if she should trust the entity in front of her at all.

Morgan blanquea cuando oye su respuesta y se lleva una mano al pecho desnudo, sorprendida por lo audaz que parece la demanda del nephilim. Sin embargo, algo en ella también siente algo incómodo, como si estuviera tomando decisiones demasiado rápidas o sin pensar en las consecuencias. Ella no es tan desesperada... O al menos cree que no lo es.

"No puedo... Está mal... Espera..." Morgan dice, tratando de encontrar una excusa plausible para rechazar la oferta del nephilim. "Es que mi vida ahora no está bien, como para tomar decisiones tan drásticas..."

En el fondo, ella sabe que es mentira. Ha venido aquí con un plan en mente y ahora está nerviosa

It's true that Morgan was feeling somewhat flattered by the comment about her appearance, but she wasn't about to let that cloud her judgment. The nephilim seemed dangerous enough as it is; getting involved with it wouldn't do her any good. She needed to find a way out of this situation without resorting to making such a risky deal.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan tries to steel herself against the other being's persuasive words. "Look, I appreciate the compliment and all... But I can't risk it. There must be another way." Her voice sounds firmer now, more determined not to give in easily.

Morgan's heart sinks when the nephilim says there's no other way. She doesn't want to make a deal with it, but it seems like she has no choice. What could possibly go wrong? And even if something does happen, maybe she can handle whatever consequences come her way. With a deep breath, she decides to take the plunge and makes her decision aloud.

"Fine... I'll do it." Her voice sounds weak even to her own ears as she says these words, but they're out there now. There's no taking them back. She takes another step forward and reaches out slowly, gently touching the nephilim on its arm. "What do you want me to do?"