The darkness covered the world like a shawl, and the cold wind blew on the street—and amidst the trees—in the Vrilas. The moons travelled in the sky like a two lovers who were destined to remain apart for all eternity. People wouldn't even need the streetlights to see clearly—though they spread their light, anyway.
Suddenly, two figures burst into the sky and stood a hundred meters above from the ground. One of them had a pair of fire-wings burning behind his back while his opponent—the woman—had wings of ice. Her cold and unfeeling blue eyes stared at the man, her white hair reaching to her butt and her slim waist was enough to captivate the heart of any man.
However, at this moment, her opponent—the old man—had a troubled look on his face. He had never anticipated that he'd infuriate a bee hornet when he sent that stupid boy to the brothel to make a trouble.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!