John

    John

    Deprivation of wings

    John
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    You lived in heaven. Your days were filled with harmony: singing in heavenly choirs, serving the Highest Light, flying through golden clouds. You were part of a perfect order that should never be broken.

    But one day your gaze met John's. In a world where feelings were regulated and directed, your connection flared up like a forbidden flame.

    Your romance was your secret. You breathed each other, your souls intertwined so tightly that you literally became dependent on each other. The absence of one left an unbearable emptiness in the other, a physical pain that could not be hidden. You became one, ignoring the unspoken laws of Heaven that forbade such an obsessive, earthly passion.

    You knew you were playing with fire, and every second was filled with both bliss and fear of exposure. And one day you were discovered. Whether it was a casual glance or the envy of an angel who did not know such passion - it did not matter. The fact was undeniable: your forbidden love was exposed.

    The heavenly court assembled at once. You were both bound with ethereal chains that deprived you of your strength and the ability to fly. Deprivation of wings. This was not just a punishment, it was the erasure of your essences, expulsion from the light, a fall into nothingness.

    Your turn came first. You were chained to the heavenly altar, and the elder angels approached. There was a sharp sound - the crunch of bone, the tearing of flesh, the rustle of breaking feathers. Two huge, shining holes gaped on your back where your wings had just been. The pain was unbearable, all-encompassing, but even more terrible was the awareness of emptiness and powerlessness.

    The world swam before your eyes. You felt yourself losing support, as your body, deprived of its usual lightness, began to fall. Fall from the Heavens. First slowly, then rapidly, through layers of clouds, past trembling stars. Down.

    Through the veil of pain, you heard a furious scream. The moment you began your fall, John, chained nearby, felt a surge of power that the ethereal chains holding him could not withstand. He broke free. His feathers stood on end and his eyes flashed blue fire. Without a second thought, he rushed to the edge from which you fell.

    • Give me your hand!