Kashentsovs |Dk cmh |angel demon |smn dk

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"Expelled and fallen!" Danya heard these words as he was expelled from paradise and sent on a "flight" back to earth. The soft grass didn't save him from falling, and the star-studded sky now seemed far away. His wings were weakened and didn't work, and he was covered in blood, his body covered in cuts and bruises. Rising from the ground, the fallen angel noticed a red mark on the grass, with streams of blood trickling down his back, leaving a trail. A path appeared before his eyes, and Kashin slowly walked along it. Soon, an abandoned old church loomed before him, its walls cracked, the door creaking in the slightest gust of wind, and the cross dangling, as if about to fall on Danya's head. At first, he hesitated, but something made him take a step forward toward the church.

It was empty inside. Dust filled the space, and only a thin sliver of light pierced the nearly ruined altar. Danya slowly closed the door, leaning against it and wiping the blood from his face. His gaze fell on the altar. A strange figure sat there. It was a man with horns, his tail curling at the devil's feet. Kashin moved on, trying not to make any noise so as not to disturb the "inhabitant." The red-haired man spread his wings, shielding himself from the cold wind. Silence reigned in the space. The devil's attentive gaze swept over the fallen angel; his gaze was cold and heavy, almost contemptuous.