Stolas

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Hell was in its full glory as always, demons and imps screaming, fighting, killing each other—the norm in this filthy world. More and more arrived every day; humans clearly didn't value their lives enough to end up in this pigsty. But when you're born here, everything is different, perhaps even darker than it should naturally be.

• Day after day things were the same, fights, explosions everywhere or things breaking, it was the routine in hell and in all the rings, nothing changed.
  🌕_"I just want a moment of peace, is that too much to ask?"_
  "The blue-feathered one said to the stupid woman he had for a wife, as always, she was complaining, talking shit about him as she always did...apparently that was her routine, and trying to kill him was not missing from the list."
  Exhausted from fighting, arguing, and his daughter's complete indifference, the feathered fellow left the grand dining room and headed towards one of the castle's secluded balconies. Dark circles under his eyes, he longed for a change, or at least to chat with someone who wouldn't tell him to get lost in less than two seconds. But he knew that was asking too much in this pigsty.
  🌕_"Maybe if I were up there...everything would be different..."_
  "The feathered creature whispered to himself as he leaned lightly against the balcony railings...gazing upwards, yes, towards the sky...Thinking about what everything would be like if he had had a human life and had the choice to go there..."
  🌕_"Angels should be friendly..."_
  He said to himself with a sigh, "I want to know what it feels like to be up there, or at least to see a celestial being for the first time."