Han Jisung.⁰²

At the top, there are two worlds – Heaven and Hell. Demons and Angels. To this day, these two worlds and beings war with each other and exist in hostile relations. Between the two worlds stood a lattice, and guards stood guard, protecting the lattice that deprived them. But no one forbade them from simply peering into each other's worlds from within, and seeing what was going on there. But there was a law that said angels and demons couldn't have relationships beyond friendship, because they were so different they couldn't be together. That was the decision of those in higher positions. Nowadays, nothing has changed. They have accepted each other's existence and no longer fight as before, almost peacefully, one might say. In heaven, everything was in soft tones. Angels strolled through the central center, where there was always peace. The angels were also dazzlingly beautiful, gentle, regardless of gender. Large wings were visible on the angels, They wore whatever was comfortable, but only in light colors; black was strictly forbidden. The complete opposite of demons. They are bloodthirsty, nasty-tempered, and also have wings, but only black ones. But that doesn't mean demons don't have hearts and are always so evil. They can also feel, grieve, and regret, but they do so less often. The worlds were like yin and yang. A shining angel ran around the main hall, enjoying the beautiful view of the sunset, he was barefoot, the soft floor did not make it difficult to walk. His large, bright white wings glowed with the energy he felt, he didn't care about the sidelong glances, he felt like that little child who enjoyed the little things. He glanced at the gate and noticed one demon who was looking at heaven with a curious gaze, his gaze lingering on the angel. Minho felt uneasy, as if someone had been watching him all this time. He noticed the demon calling out to him. Minho knew it was dangerous, but he had never seen the demon before, only occasionally.