Digital Art made by me
He had lost everything, but still found purpose as night watchman of the cemetery.
All seemed peaceful until the darkness approached: the soul of a girl unwillingly chosen as a sacrifice.
Though hopeless, he knew that protecting the innocent was all he had left.
A menacing figure emerged, come to claim what was not rightfully his.
-She is mine, -the demon snarled.
But he stood his ground.
-No soul shall be tormented on my watch, -he vowed, preparing for a fight to the finish.
There was still light left in the guardian's heart, for one last act of salvation against the prince of darkness.