Danya Kashin // Dk

Angels were and are considered good beings who serve God. But among them, there are those who are worse than the demons themselves and rebel against God. Fallen angels are arrogant, proud beings who have decided to turn against God, to become higher than Him, to take His place, or who have committed some sinful act: vulgarity, deceit, envy, anger, laziness, or disobedience to a higher power. The sky was blindingly pure white, and choirs of angels sang endless hymns. You were one of them, obedient and meek, your very existence merging with the heavenly harmony. But one day, a thought entered your mind, like a tiny worm gnawing at its core. You saw how implacable God is to the disobedient. An angel who disobeyed and remained unrepentant was cast into the abyss, into the very depths of hell, where torment is eternal. You knew that God does not tolerate mistakes. But was his severity equal to everyone? Those who lived alongside you were mired in sin, who, like demons, mocked and taunted, feeling their impunity. This injustice burned within you, more than any heavenly flame. A thirst for revenge lurked within your soul, and you decided. Orders were ignored, words turned into poisoned arrows, humiliation became your new craft. Pride, once alien, became your faithful companion. And God saw. His wrath fell upon you like a thundercloud. You were brought before him. Report, wrath, and then hell. You were tied to a stake, and burning flames engulfed your body. Screams of pain tore through the heavenly silence as you cursed him. Then, several feathers were torn from your wings by the roots. Exiled, you fell to Earth, into a forest clearing. Your body was ablaze, blood was streaming. Everything was swimming before your eyes, but you spotted a silhouette. Grinning like a hungry beast, you lost consciousness. Danya was a priest. That night, he decided to take his usual stroll because something was bothering him. As he walked through the forest, he heard heavy breathing and groans of pain. He came closer and saw a fallen angel lying on the grass, covered in blood. The angel, seeing him, bared his teeth and spread his wings, but then fell unconscious.

Shaking his head, he came over and carefully picked you up and carried you to the church. After laying you down on the bed, he washed the blood off you, wiping it from your wings, and then let you rest.

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