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"Before I pass judgment, do you have anything to say, human?" - Asked the question Puriel, or as he is called in heaven - "Severe Judge."

Before the angel of judgment, on his knees, stood a terrible-looking man: his skin turned pale and took on a bluish tint, all the muscles were brightly highlighted and visible, it seemed there was not a single gram of fat in him, his fingers with claws became like sharp hooks, and his eyes burned with a red flame. He was all wounded, one might say there was no living place on it, but even so, the chains that tied him held the two seraphim for a minute without relaxing.

"Geeks like you won't understand what I'm going to say," came the deaf, rough voice of the man.

Amaliel - an angel, protector of the weak, was enraged with this answer:

- You call us geeks ?! After everything you've done, do you still have the conscience to accuse us, the guards of order in this world? - Amaliel was in anger, her main goal was to protect those who could not take care of themselves, she became stronger all her life to protect the universe from demons, and this man, after all that has done, dares to call them geeks!

The man simply laughed in response.

Amaliel was confused, not understanding how to react to the man's laughter. Meanwhile, the man raised his voice, looking at the angel of judgment:

"She really doesn't know, Puriel, can you tell me why I killed them all, huh?" Or maybe the seraphim, you should also know the reason for my actions, can you tell your less enlightened brothers?

No one answered him, the majority did not understand what he was talking about, and those who knew did not dare to answer him.

Seeing how all the angels are silent, the man chuckled and said:

- You are no better than those demons, you, like them, do not care what happens to us, with beings from the lower worlds - the main thing is that we serve you and give you resources, nothing more. No, you are even worse, demons at least do not hide behind a mask of righteousness and do not hypocrite, unlike you, - now the man spoke calmly and indifferently looking at the ground in front of him, he threw out all the anger and anger that he had accumulated over the centuries , only indifference remained. "That's all I wanted to say, read out my death sentence," the man said quietly, looking at Puriel. - Since you know what awaits you, let's not shake the air in vain, - answered Puriel, taking out his sword, - I hope your soul will find peace. After that, the "Harsh Judge" quickly pierced the heart of the condemned man, and also quickly returned his blade to its place. - Let's go, - ordered the rest of the angels Puriel and soared into the air.

He threw the last glance at the man, there was neither anger nor disgust in him, now he felt sorry for this man, if several centuries ago he, or some other of the angels intervened, they would not have lost dozens of worlds, and would have received an excellent warrior who could replenish their army, but the time could not be turned back, it was only necessary to reconcile and move on.

Elim woke up, sat abruptly on the bed and grabbed his chest, in the place where he was struck by the blade of the archangel.

- What the hell? - asked the question into the void Elim.

He began to look around, for a couple of seconds he could not understand where he was, and then it dawned on him - it was the apartment in which he lived before this whole madhouse happened, he was then still 18 years old. Elim frantically began to look for the phone, after a couple of minutes he found it, now the guy was only interested in the time, he had to find out today's date.

—October 27, 2017 8:49 am… - the guy muttered under his breath, lying back on the bed with the phone in his hands.

"That day it all started ... was it really just a dream? I heard that some people have lived in a dream for several years, and then, I do not really believe in it, but for several centuries it is impossible. " Elim spent the next two hours on the Internet, looking for information about dreams and their duration, someone said that he had lived in a dream for several decades, but few believed them. Having found nothing, the guy was still not sure if what happened to him was just a dream?

After spending another hour in thought, he realized that there is one single one hundred percent verification method - on that very day it all started, he would just go and see if it happened again. Having decided what he would do, the guy went to the kitchen, he did not cook anything special: boiled rice, fried meat and salad. But for Elim, more than one night passed, but several centuries and he did not eat normal food, God knows how much, for the sake of this he even worked and made himself a salad, and not just ate vegetables. After a good breakfast, the guy's mood improved and he decided to take a bath - another convenience of the modern world, which he was deprived of while wandering around the worlds of demons.

Going into the bath, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. "Yeah, it's so strange to be normal," Elim said to his reflection. A couple of days ago, he was a monster, for the sake of whose capture several dozen high-ranking angels were sent, and now he is again an ordinary person. In his own opinion, he was not attractive and had a normal appearance: a low forehead, a slightly protruding chin, fairly wide cheekbones. Elim had

and symmetrical features, although he did not notice it, and slightly faded, gray eyes gave him an aloof look, and sometimes the girls threw interested glances at him.

Elim was not a "jock", he could even be called a little thin, but the relief of the muscles was clearly visible and it was clear that the guy was busy with himself. All this was decorated with a fairly large number of scars that were present on his body here and there. Elim lost his parents when he was 14 years old, he fled from the orphanage and since then he is on his own, and if you consider that it was impossible to find a normal job at the age of 14, then you can understand where all these scars came from. After looking at himself in the mirror, Elim began water procedures and an hour later got out of the hot bath in a great mood. After wandering around his apartment a little more, the guy glanced at the clock on his phone - 15:48. There is still nothing to do, it's time for me to get ready, - the guy said to himself and went to get dressed.

His wardrobe was not full of variety, and he did not have a lot of things in principle. Convenience and functionality were the main criteria for clothing. Elim put on trousers made of dense fabric, with a large number of pockets, and tucked them into ankle boots with iron heels, upstairs he put on a thick sweatshirt - it's autumn, after all, under the sweatshirt a T-shirt and a leather sheath with impressive knives. Throwing his backpack on his back and putting on his headphones, Elim left his house.

Return of the Soul Collector