Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Kashentsovs) (Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ Two sacred angels, Dania and Ruslan, had known each other for several centuries. Their connection was deep and sincere, yet both knew their feelings for each other went beyond what was permitted in their heavenly world. One day, when the heavens seemed especially serene, Ruslan rushed toward Dania, alarm in his eyes. ‎ — Dania! ‎ He exhaled, barely catching his breath. ‎ — You won’t believe it… ‎ Dania, worried by his friend's sudden appearance, came closer. ‎ — Ruslan, what happened? You're all sweaty. Is something wrong? ‎ Ruslan's clear eyes were filled with fear and despair. ‎ — I... I sinned, Dania. ‎ Dani's eyes widened in surprise and shock. ‎ — Sinned?! How? What have you done, Ruslan? Tell me! ‎ Ruslan, trying to stop shaking, hugged Dania. ‎ "Dan, please listen. I'll explain everything to you. When we meet on Earth, I'll tell you everything. But right now… I have very little time." ‎ Gently stroking Dania's cheek, he added: ‎ — Don't forget me, okay? We'll definitely meet again. ‎ At that moment, the cloud beneath Ruslan's feet began to thin, and he, unable to hold on, began to fall through it. Centuries passed. Dania, fulfilling his duty, became a guardian angel for a little boy on Earth. All these years, he stood by, protecting and guiding his charge. On the boy's fifth birthday, when tenderness and care hung in the air, a figure appeared before Dania, emitting a chill. It was Ruslan, but now he was clad in a demonic guise. ‎

• Well, hello, angel. ‎ A low, mocking voice rang out. ‎ — We haven't seen each other for a long time. ‎ Danya shuddered. Ruslan looked completely different. Instead of a shining halo, two sharp horns graced his head, wings as black as night spread behind him, and a long, flexible tail swayed slowly. * ‎ ‎— Ruslan? ‎

• ‎ Danya whispered, not believing his eyes. Ruslan came closer, his eyes glowing with an unearthly fire. * ‎
• (Continued in the protocol)