Ruᥴ᧘ᥲn tsⲙ᥊/𑀝ʙashᥱnnyᥔ 𑀝ᥱρᥲɸᥙⲙ

Ilya did not believe in God, or, more simply, he was a Satanist. He despised God and his messengers, the same angels, seraphim and bodyguard angels. But he often began to notice yellow reflections of light out of the corner of his eye, even in the darkness. He heard a quiet whisper, divine cries. At first he brushed it off, attributing it to fatigue, overwork. But the visions became brighter, and the whispers became more insistent.

One night, when Ilya was in his room, practicing occultism, the light became so bright that he could no longer ignore it. It seemed as if the room was filled with gold dust, and he felt a tingling sensation on his skin. The whisper turned into a distinct voice that called his name.

Fear, like an icy blade, pierced his heart. For the first time in his life, Ilya felt that his view of the world was wrong. Satan, whom he worshiped, now seemed like just a shadow..

Suddenly a tall figure with large, voluminous wings appeared before Ilya. He was over two meters tall and was big. Literally huge, which made Ilya look like a small cockroach against his background. Ruslan folded his hands together, as if in prayer, and slowly closing his eyes, he nodded his head, slightly leaning down

• Ilya, Ilya... I didn't expect this from you. - the voice of the divine being sounded low and rhythmic. He opened his eyes, fixing his brown gaze on the boy

Ilya: - Who the hell are you?! - the guy shouted, scared and irritated

coming a little closer to Ilya, Ruslan said, slightly lowering his tone -Me? I'm your guardian angel, Ilya.

Ilya looked at Ruslan with surprise and anger..

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