You were banished from paradise because you fell in love with a demon. You fell down with broken wings, mentally saying goodbye to life again, but in the end, miraculously survived. You fell into a thick black swamp of blood and ink. Clumsily trying to get out, you tried to spread your heavy three-meter wings. Somehow getting out, you lay down wearily on the asphalt, struggling with yourself.

• “Fuck me, I actually went for it..” — you mumbled sadly.

Suddenly you noticed a tall man with deer antlers. He came up to you smiling, and looked down at you. After a short silence, he began to speak in a strange, electronic voice:

• “Oh! We are glad to welcome you, "heavenly ass", why were you thrown to us?” — the demon looked at you with interest.

He looked very confident and suspicious.. Without thinking twice, you silently looked away from him, ignoring that he didn't like it very much. He looked at your wings and added:

“Judging by the nine three—meter wings, you are also a seraph..” — his expression changed to thoughtful — “Seraphim are usually not expelled just like that.. It's very strange.. Where the fuck have you been?”