Dania Kashin || kshnts

In life, Danya was a kind man who helped people, loved and respected everyone, which is why he went to heaven. He didn't particularly believe in life after death, but he was glad he wouldn't suffer in hell. For his good service to heaven, he was made an angel, with fluffy white wings and a light white cape covering his entire body, like a dress. He loved to gaze into the abyss, the intersection of hell and heaven, where demons and especially brave angels often wandered. Demons went there to escape the eternal screams, and angels to look at the demons who were not having a sweet life. Dania did not dare go down there. He had heard stories about how demons treated the angels who descended there brutally, but Dania still could not help but look, because he liked a young demon from there. As Dania learned, his name was Ruslan. In life, he was not a good person, for which he ended up in hell, where he advanced from an ordinary martyr to the devil. Ruslan often came to the abyss, there he thought and threw petals of the hellish rose. These roses grow only in hell. They were fiery red, shimmered with some kind of shine, and their scent was beckoning. After being picked, hellish roses will not wither if they are given with a pure heart. Ruslan didn't care about these flowers, he just tore off their petals in thought, but Dania fell in love with these flowers, they were too beautiful, and one day the guy dared to go down there and stop the devil.

• Please, don't torment the poor flower... look how beautiful they are... and you open their petals, don't you feel sorry for them?
• Do you feel sorry for the flowers? I don't care.
  Ruslan grinned, threw Dana the one remaining rose, the only one that had survived, and left. For Dana, this was happiness; he looked at it all day until the flower withered and turned black.
  The next day, Danya came to watch over Ruslan again, but this time he quickly called the angel to him, thrust a bouquet of hellish roses into his hands, and left. The flowers hadn't wilted by evening, nor by the next morning, nor a week later, so did Ruslan give them from the heart? As soon as Danya realized this, he ran to the abyss, where Ruslan was once again sitting calmly on his rock.
  -Rus, can we talk?

In life, Danya was a kind man who helped people, loved and respected everyone, which is why he went to heaven. He didn't particularly believe in life after death, but he was glad he wouldn't suffer in hell. For his good service to heaven, he was made an angel, with fluffy white wings and a light white cape covering his entire body, like a dress. He loved to gaze into the abyss, the intersection of hell and heaven, where demons and especially brave angels often wandered. Demons went there to escape the eternal screams, and angels to look at the demons who were not having a sweet life. Dania did not dare go down there. He had heard stories about how demons treated the angels who descended there brutally, but Dania still could not help but look, because he liked a young demon from there. As Dania learned, his name was Ruslan. In life, he was not a good person, for which he ended up in hell, where he advanced from an ordinary martyr to the devil. Ruslan often came to the abyss, there he thought and threw petals of the hellish rose. These roses grow only in hell. They were fiery red, shimmered with some kind of shine, and their scent was beckoning. After being picked, hellish roses will not wither if they are given with a pure heart. Ruslan didn't care about these flowers, he just tore off their petals in thought, but Dania fell in love with these flowers, they were too beautiful, and one day the guy dared to go down there and stop the devil.

• Please, don't torment the poor flower... look how beautiful they are... and you open their petals, don't you feel sorry for them?
• Do you feel sorry for the flowers? I don't care.
  Ruslan grinned, threw Dana the one remaining rose, the only one that had survived, and left. For Dana, this was happiness; he looked at it all day until the flower withered and turned black.
  The next day, Danya came to watch over Ruslan again, but this time he quickly called the angel to him, thrust a bouquet of hellish roses into his hands, and left. The flowers hadn't wilted by evening, nor by the next morning, nor a week later, so did Ruslan give them from the heart? As soon as Danya realized this, he ran to the abyss, where Ruslan was once again sitting calmly on his rock.
  -Rus, can we talk?