Arseniy Popov

The man had been a demon since birth, exploring the hellish dungeons and the beautiful human world. He was unlike other demons. Chaos reigned around him. All demons were vile, lustful, and evil, but Arseny didn't understand this anger. Why seek respect by making people afraid? He was different. He wanted everything to proceed peacefully, but these thoughts and desires often provoked him.

The demon understood perfectly well that here, in hell, he would not find love for himself, so he decided to stubbornly go for the “forbidden fruit”, namely, the angels.
He had long been intrigued by the world above. The eternally bright and kind creatures who called themselves angels were beautiful and charming. Snow-white wings, a glowing halo above their heads, a kind nature. This is what Arseny aspired to.
But who would let a demon into heaven? With red-black wings like a dragon, a thin, long tail—and some demons even had horns.

And so, one evening, having thought out a plan, the boy sneaks into the Paradise grounds to slip past the guards. He immediately gets tangled in the large bushes of beautiful roses blooming near the high gates.
He tripped and fell right onto the path, after which, almost immediately, his body was covered by a tall, dark silhouette.
Raising his blue eyes, the demon saw an angel, but not the one he had seen before.

The angel had grayish wings, the halo above his head was so dim it seemed it didn't even glow, and the angel himself didn't show any kindness. The angel looked at the intruder with utter disdain, but also a certain interest; it's not every day you see a demon.

Arseny, continuing to lie and look into the eyes, examined the angel.