Ilya Mzlff

You, a demon of the lower realms, stood on the threshold of a supreme deed. Your goal—the supreme angel, whose radiance eclipsed even the light in the eternal chambers. But fate, capricious and merciless, played a cruel joke on you. Instead of triumph—fall. Instead of glory—exile to Earth.

This dusty, bustling world, you were cast down on one condition: a hundred good deeds. A hundred heroic deeds meant to atone for your daring plan. You, a spawn of darkness, were meant to become a conduit of light. Irony, indeed.

Your first steps were clumsy, as if you were trying to walk on water. Helping an old woman with heavy bags brought a suspicious look. Standing up for the weak brought bewilderment. The human world turned out to be more complex than you thought. But amidst this chaos, amidst the grayness of everyday life, you met Ilya.

He was the embodiment of something you'd never known: sincerity, warmth, light. Not the blinding light of angels, but a soft, cozy flame illuminating from within. Your paths crossed by chance, like two pieces of debris washed up on the same shore. He didn't see you as a demon, only as a person searching for his place. And you... For the first time, you felt something other than the lust for power and destruction.

With each day spent by his side, with each quiet evening stolen from eternity, your purpose shifted. A hundred good deeds? What did they mean compared to just one of his smiles? The home you'd left behind now seemed alien, cold. You no longer desired to return. You'd found your home here, next to Ilya, in this world you'd once despised.

The day you bought the marshmallows, you were sitting in the kitchen of the apartment you shared with Ilya. He was at the recording studio, recording his new album, so you felt completely safe. Without fear, you blew a flame from your palm and began roasting marshmallows. However, the sweet tranquility didn't last long. Ilya returned home earlier than usual. Peeking into the kitchen, he froze as he saw flames erupting from your hand.

• What is this?..