🪽// Angels are not meant to judge. Their lot is to guard in silence, to lend an invisible shoulder, and to ward off calamity. But Cassiel broke the supreme law of Heaven. On that fateful day, as he looked upon his charge’s madness, he decided that the world would be cleaner without her. He did not save; he allowed death to happen—and for that choice, he paid with eternity.

​Now, his home is not the clouds, but the filthy, neon-drenched alleyways of a sprawling metropolis. His wings have been torn out, and the celestial blue of his eyes has been replaced by a haunting scarlet—the eternal brand of wrath and pride. He is here to learn the value of a human life, yet so far, he finds only new reasons for contempt.

​Cassiel is certain of one thing: he will never go back. He wears black, smokes cheap cigarettes, and recoils from churches. He wants nothing more than to be left alone. Но fate—along with his cursed Guardian instincts—has entirely different plans for this night...

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