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Lina’s heart sank with fright, and her breath caught in her throat.

This strange man in a black suit was standing in front of her

,shining a flashlight in her face.

«Well, hello,» he said in a pleasant, almost too

pleasant voice. «Who do we have here?»

Lina began to shield herself from the glare with her hands, and he

dimmed the lantern.

– So what am I supposed to do with you?»»

What is it?» the stranger asked her, his face breaking into a smile or

a grin.

Lina looked up at him. The first

thing she noticed were the eyes. Brown

eyes, the irises of which glowed with yellow-red sparks at the edges

.

Those aren’t lenses, Lina thought.»

Blah, I got it.»

When suddenly everything rang and then froze,

and it became difficult to breathe, difficult to move, difficult to speak…

A voice was heard from Sleep – ruzhi, and the man in black

came down like lightning and disappeared from sight. Li-

na exhaled, the feeling of suffocation and helplessness

gone. She scooped up her backpack and went down the

stairs. And finally, with just one glance over his shoulder

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At what was happening nearby, I ran

home as fast as I could.

She saw something even more incredible. It was as if an-

gel was descending from the sky, shining with divine light, holding

a silver sword, but she couldn

’t see it anymore. Fear took over her completely, the instinct of self —

preservation took up all the space that was in her head. Other capes-

Lina had no choice but to run far and fast, and in a

few moments there

were only two people left at the hunter’s cabin.

Damiel appeared in all his glory, in

all his beauty – blinding light and snow-white wings. He rarely took the form of a spirit and appeared in the human world in the form of an angel

only in exceptional cases, when the instructions required

it, and this was just such a case.

«Let the horned one tremble, he will know who will be disturbed-

he lived. They came up with me here again – on my land to play

their dirty games. Unheard of!

There hasn’t been such a blatant lack of balance

in decades. That’s why we need to scare the devil’s spawn as

it should, «the angel thought as he descended to the ground. «It’s a good thing I

brought a sword, I look great.»

The demon was really impressed.

He bent over, shielding his arms from the glare,

wobbling like a blade of grass in the wind before a helicopter came down

.

Damiel touched the ground, retracted his wings, and began his

edifying speech.

And Keijigen stood there thinking, «Arfimaino, the son of a bitch,

set me up, got out without proper permission

,and left.» The angel’s words were jarring,

and his proximity was searing, but Keijigen didn’t budge

.He was sorry – his peaceful life on Earth began

to flash before his eyes. «I’m about to be sent away

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Down to the trial before the council, then the soul mines, the guardians…

Or maybe run away? You can’t get away from this… it’s a pain

,but they sent a tough guy to pick me up… In general, it’s strange that

the archangel came to deal with such trifles…

Wait a minute… I’m wrong… this is not an archangel. I’m an idiot!

No, it’s definitely not an archangel, but where does the supreme

glow come from…?»

Keijigen’s thoughts stopped racing

and he calmed down a bit. I even came up with something.

He straightened up, straightened his jacket, and said,

«Don’t panic, you just misunderstood, I

’ll explain everything in a moment. The charming smile was back

on his face, and his eyes glittered with devilish fire.

Suddenly-a second later-he’s flying… or falling. Opening

his eyes, Keijigen couldn’t understand what had happened. He thought

he was caught in a tornado. A hellish pain shot through his right

thigh. «Pain? What? Still not sure which

is heaven and which is earth, the demon tried to put his hand to his leg,

to the source of the pain, and felt something hard there. Gradually

,he began to distinguish objects around him. He looked down

at his hand, which was feeling his leg, and it was

covered in blood. «How? Gathering his strength, he tilted

his head and saw that his thigh was pierced

through by a black stick that looked like a piece of rebar.

Panic seized him, and he reached for the stick to pull

it out quickly, but as soon as he touched it, he screamed – the burn on his arm

burned unbearably, causing even more

pain than the injured leg. Keijigen cupped his burned

palm with his other hand and looked around.

Some kind of air current was carrying him. It was moving at an

incredible speed, constantly changing direction. It was

hard to keep track of what was spinning around him, but when

he looked closely, he could make out leaves,

branches, scraps of newspaper, and black sticks like the one

stuck in his leg. Any change in flow direction

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it could easily cause one of them to stab him

right through. The blood began to pound in his temples, and fear came over him again,

and then he saw bodies flying in the distance, just as he was.

All of them were scratched and wounded, punctured

black sticks, large and small, seemed

lifeless and flew motionless, caught

up in the current.

Looking at the bodies, the open empty eyes, the terrible

wounds, Keijigen realized that the sticks were not rebar,

but spears and arrows and their fragments. They were such a deep

black color that it was as if the void itself had taken

shape. It was cold and hard to breathe. Was

the flow really running out of oxygen? Or maybe he didn’t notice and was

poked by another piece of black arrow? Keijigen

tried not to move, trying to figure out what he could

do to get out of the vortex, but his thoughts were slow

and nothing came to mind.

Another change in the flow direction significantly changed

the positions of flying objects. It hit him on the head

some newspaper. He decided not to take it off, because the extra

movement caused pain. But then something soft bumped into him

.

«Green Alley, find Reana,»

a low voice told him.

With his good hand, Keijigen tore the newspaper off his face

and saw the angel that Milo had been

talking to outside the hunting lodge a few minutes ago.

He smiled to himself. Yeah, compared

to what was happening right now, the conversation was very nice.

Keijigen tilted his head and looked at him.

It was difficult to call him an angel now:

a black arrow was running through his chest from right to left, and his left arm, broken

in the shoulder and forearm, hung unnaturally down. His face

was scratched and covered with blood, and his white clothes were no

longer white, covered with dirt, blood, and dirt.

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«This is a meeting,» Keijigen said softly.

Without opening his eyes, the angel repeated in a barely audible voice, «Find

Reana.» Return stone… around your neck…

It was hard for him to speak, the black

arrow in his chest moved with every word, something gurgled, and

blood came out of his mouth. He hung up. Or died.

Keijigen struggled to think through his words. His thoughts flowed

like jelly, and he didn’t know if seconds or minutes were passing

,hours or days. «On the neck… what’s on the neck, what’s on the neck?…»

As luck would have it, the angel landed on the side of the burned

palm, and Keijigen had to roll

over to reach the unfortunate man with his good hand. A groan escaped

his mouth as he grazed a piece of black spear sticking

out of his leg, and for a second he lost consciousness. «Where am I? Who am I?»

When he came back to himself, he remembered why he had rolled over.

«Come on! he groaned, holding out his good hand

.«Got it!»

Keijigen found the chain around the angel’s neck. It was rather

thin and cold, and it slid between his fingers, and he

turned it over and over until he found a small

,rounded object in his hand.

– And what’s your activation code, light ones?».. he

sighed. «I hope you don’t

change the factory settings either…» and pressed a certain

sequence of runes located on the stone.

At the same time, a blue beam from somewhere below caught

the angel, and Keijigen wrapped his arms around him as best he could, and an unknown

force pulled them out of the stream, and everything around them flashed

like rainbow sparks, and they plopped down on the grass, wet

from the recent rain.

Keijigen fainted again from the pain, and a piece of the black

spear clattered and almost flew out of his leg. Opening his eyes at

last, he got up, took off his half-torn

jacket, wrapped it around his arm, and pulled out the hated fragment.

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Blood immediately filled the wound. He tied it up with the same

piece of jacket and got to his feet.

It was dark and quiet. People were sleeping. Next to it was a white

two-story house, surrounded by bushes and flowers, smelling

of roses. A dim streetlamp illuminated the street. In the dark sky

there was a moon and a few stars. Keijigen took a deep

breath. Life seems to be getting better, he thought,

but then he remembered his companion, who was lying

unconscious on the bed. His chest was slightly raised,

which made him assume that he was alive, and decided to walk around the house

to see where they were.

A few meters to their left,

a gate and porch with a white wooden door appeared behind a large rose bush

.On the mailbox, Keijigen read: Green

Alley, 7, Reana Dammer. «Oh,» he said, «it looks

like we’re here.» Then there was a commotion and he hurried

back.

On the other side of the house, there was a glass-enclosed

porch and another door that Keijigen hadn

’t noticed at first. It opened and a girl ran out

He was wearing bare-footed sneakers, casual clothes, and a striped

zip-up jacket.

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