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Our Heaven of Darkness

Author: Anya_Nesh
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"I can't take you to my heaven but I will follow you to your hell." ... The life of Kate Wilson, the hostess of one of the most famous TV shows in the country, can look like a dream for any person. This girl seems to have got everything - family, career, looks, intelligence. Kate is considered to be the most enviable marriageable lady in the country. Her personal life is the object of close attention of millions of people. And all because this is the only thing in which the girl is unlucky. When her tenth boyfriend dumped her, people considered him a weakling, like everyone else before him. When her twentieth boyfriend left her, they began to talk that the girl was cursed. When her twenty-sixth boyfriend was admitted to the hospital with a persecution mania, the bets whether the girl would ever get married or not started all over the Internet. No one knew the reasons why this was happening to her. And only Kate guessed who was to blame. He always appeared in black, and without a word, disappeared. His cheeky look, smug smile... Demon or angel? He was the one who had no name but had power over her life. . So, people think that angels are meant to take care and protect the mortals? He didn't care what these mortals thought. He got a girl with outstanding characteristics in his wards. And all would be fine if this girl did not decide to take up her personal life. It took him a lot of effort to ward off twenty-six of her boyfriends. And he does not intend to deviate from his goals. After all, this mortal does not know what happens to the guardian angel when he completes his last mission. Or fails to complete it. Do people think that heaven is a place where it is warm and light? Ha, people don't know anything about heaven! Therefore, he will do everything possible to ensure that the last mission remains unfulfilled. . The girl who has a cherished desire. And her guardian angel, who does not intend to fulfill this desire. When you dream of something, you don’t think about the price you have to pay for it. Maybe it's not a good idea to knock on the door that is closed? ... "What does the place where angels live look like?" she asked. "And what do you think?" without turning his head to her, he was looking at the setting sun. Kate turned her gaze to the rooftops of skyscrapers, which were trying to grab onto the escaping golden rays. “It must be like the heaven described in the books. It's warm there, the birds are singing. There are tall trees and green grass everywhere..." "And there's hellish boredom," he yawned in response. Kate rolled her eyes. When the guardian angels were distributed, she clearly got the defective one. “I wish I could be there one day,” she whispered dreamily. The man turned his head and stared at the girl. "W-what?" Kate was embarrassed by such a piercing look. The last rays of the outgoing sun slid along the transparent contours of his wings and disappeared over the horizon. The city plunged into darkness. "Humans... You are so silly," he said after a while, "If you were there, you would understand how greatly you are mistaken."

Chapter 1Prologue.

Some people think that angels are higher beings created by God to protect people. Others believe that these are the souls of our ancestors that support and follow us. But what if both beliefs are wrong?

"Kate, don't do this!"

My hand trembled for a moment when I heard him scream. I heard him moan in pain, gritting his teeth until he gnashed. I could smell his burnt skin. I so wanted to turn around and take one last look into his eyes.

My beautiful angel.

"Kate, I pray you put the gun down. Don't do this," he croaked.

I bit my lips, drowning out the sob of despair that was breaking out. It had already risen to the eyes and flowed down the cheeks with tears.

"Why are you hesitating, Kate? Just one quick move and - Bam! - it's all over. Isn't that what you wanted so much?"

An insinuating voice penetrated my skin. It calmed, lulled, like thin threads of a cobweb that enveloped a naive butterfly, plunging it into a sleep from which you cannot wake up.

"Do not move!" I tightened my grip on the gun and pointed it at the man. He chuckled.

It is a pity that such a beautiful face went to such a disgusting person. The pain of betrayal stung my heart, although I already thought that there was nothing left that could hurt.

"Hey, I just want to help. Turn around and look at your angel," at these words the man laughed, "Look how nicely his wings are melting. Isn't it a great sight? This black resin works great for him. Doesn't your angel love black?"

"Shut up!" I wiped away the tears with my free hand. Moisture covered my eyes, blurring the image of the one to whom I wished death.

God, forgive me, but I so wish that this person did not exist!

He took a step forward, I took a step back.

"Shoot," he ordered.

"Kate…," a hoarse moan behind my back was barely audible. "Do not do this. You are not like that."

"Of course she's not like that!" laughed the man at whom my pistol was pointed. "They are all different. But why are you dying now, hah, Angel? Maybe it's time to admit that she is a killer like everyone else!" he shouted.

I saw hatred in his eyes. Consuming hatred and pain.

He grinned bitterly and spread his arms to the sides, completely opening up to me, "Well, Kate Wilson. How does it feel to live knowing that you are a murderer?"

Killer.

How does it feel to live knowing that you are a killer?

Wake up in the morning to your favorite music, which is on the alarm clock on your mobile phone. There is freshly prepared food because yesterday's food is no longer tasty.

Walk, chat with friends, family. Enjoy life without noticing what is happening around.

Not noticing what you are actually doing...

My finger was on the trigger.

I used to be like that too. I thought I was a good person...

A short breath.

We all think so. I thought the same.

Until I met him...

BANG!

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