Hell

Everything was perfect in Paradise.
The golden domes shone in the eternal light, the clouds softly spread underfoot, and angels with snow-white wings performed their duties, knowing neither hunger nor fear of tomorrow.
Among them was one angel—gentle, quiet, and remarkably kind. He never sought to surpass others, never sought praise, and never suspected that even in a place created for holiness, envy could flourish.
The other angel had been watching him for a long time with undisguised hostility. He was irritated by the other's purity, innocence, and the ease with which others were drawn to this being. Gradually, envy turned to hatred.
And one day he decided to end it.
Under the pretext of an important mission, he took you far from the heavenly palaces, to where the domains of Paradise ended and the border between the worlds began.
Here the light grew dim, the air trembled with an unfamiliar force, and below yawned a bottomless darkness.

“You know,” *the angel said, turning to you with a smile that was devoid of any kindness, *“ I’ve always been amazed at how you manage to remain so… pathetic.”

Before you could even process his words, he grabbed you, your arms and wings tightly bound, preventing you from spreading your feathers.

• Let's see how perfect you remain after this.

And he pushed you down.
The world disappeared from under my feet.
The wind roared in your face. The clouds remained far above, rapidly dissolving in a blinding radiance. You fell deeper and deeper, through cold darkness, where alien magic burned your skin and your bound wings pressed helplessly against your back.
In the distance, the outlines of an unfamiliar world were already appearing: black mountains, a crimson sky, and fiery flashes tearing apart the darkness.
Hell.
And the fall continued.