"It's my way...It's ma life." Cassandra's story

1 part "Heaven life" or "Heaven's Dark Side"

POV Cassiandriara
I'm sitting under one of the trees in the Garden of Eden...detailed white as light clouds,Ani is so soft, as if made of cotton wool...although it's not even, but still nice...I'm stroking my favorite pet-Dunkel (From German means "Dark") Dunkel was, well, a pretty cute cat, purred in my lap, asked to be held like a small child and did not refuse kisses on his soft and fluffy muzzle. His eyes were yellow, like two yellow diamonds. The fur was black, like the darkest darkness in the night. Breed: Half German and half Maine Coon, externally Maine Coon. In the stages of Dunkel's evolution, first the original form enters, that is, the way it is now, then 2 more heads appear on its shoulders, but already different, one right head has darker hair than Dunkel and a white spot in the form of the sun flaunts on the head, and the left head  already a little lighter than Dunkel's usual wool and also a white spot in the form of a moon flaunts on his head. Only then these heads separate and grow into real Cats. In this way he multiplies, creating his own kind of brothers. However, this part of evolution has not yet arrived.

And what's up with me? ... Heh ... my hair is the color of a ripe dark cherry, and it was long, at least reach my knees, my skin is wonderfully pale, my eyes are pitch black, I'm not tall. You probably guessed who I am, right? ... Heh, and if not, then I should introduce myself ... Hi, My name is Cassiandriara, for acquaintances it's just Cassie or Cass, I'm about 700 years old ... and I'm an Angel. Everyone says that Angels are flawless and are beautiful.Well,it's true.Because,I-so beautiful Angel ever.
I love Stars,Roses,Cats,Books and study,yeah...I am weird,but, t's Ok,right?

⭐️At times, i love to watch the falling stars, it's so beautiful...harmonious...soothing...and relaxing⭐️
💫Sometimes a dream comes to my mind - to catch a star from the sky, However, this is almost impossible, Paradise is lower than the sky, to which I still have to fly and fly ...💫

I am living here since birth. And my job is simple: Go down to the ground to a mortally wounded or dead person, look at his report card (that is, information about the life of the soul) and decide where to send it and calm the unfortunate soul after the postposition. That's all. And the rest is decided by the higher ones, that is, God and Satan. I don't think it's a bad job. Yes, and life itself is good, the rest of the time, when there is no work, I fly all over the clouds, looking at people's lives from below.

And yes, I almost forgot to tell you about the house. My house is simplicity itself. A brick two-story house with a roof and windows on the second floor. On the first floor there is a hall, a kitchen and a dressing room, on the second there is my bedroom, bath and toilet.
Everything was fine ... but in paradise there was one BUT. Once a year, Lucifer flew to us and took one of the girls as a sacrifice, it was like an annual sacrifice to ensure the tranquility of Paradise for a year. God could not do anything about it, since this is their agreement not to start a war. According to the agreement, it was said that the Angel should not leave the possessions of Lucifer or even cross the border between Heaven and Hell, and even if an accomplice is found, he will also be executed. I don't understand why he just can't get rid of him or find a different approach to the world ... Some died at the hands of Lucifer, others committed suicide in his palace, Why this? There were already 32 girls in the victim, they were sent there only if the Angels were in did something wrong or disobeyed God. I try my best to do everything I'm told so as not to get caught by him.
However... I failed... I mistakenly sent the soul of the deceased to the wrong place... That's why I was called as a victim... I also have a friend Gabriel,

He always covered my back, but now he is gone, he is on vacation.
So I go to God ... I knock ... I open the door ... and the turning point God sits on his beautiful snow-white throne ... Lucifer himself sat next to him on his own devilish throne. Him ... Lucifer Himself.

End POV Cassiandriara

God: Hello, my daughter... You know why I called you, right?
Cassiandriara: Yes... I know, my Father... But It all happened by accident! I was distracted for a second and-
God: Enough!
Cassiandriara was silent. God trimmed his beard.
God:Cassiandriara ... Do you know that any mistake of the Angel leads to a not very good outcome? Cassiandriara: Yes... But I beg you! I beg you! Give me a chance! I will work day and night to-
Lucifer: Shut up!
Lucifer gave Cassiandriara a slap in the face, due to such force she flew to the wall, hitting her head against the wall, he wanted more but God stopped him in time. Lucifer calmed down. Cassiandriara got up.
God: I understand your actions, Cassiandriara, but you yourself know the rules of the contract, "One mistake - the road to Hell" namely to Lucifer.
Lucifer: are we going to the main step already or what?
God: Oh yes, *ahem* Cassiandriara-
Cassiandriara as horrified, but with her head held high and tears in her eyes, she stood like a statue.
-From now on, the road to Hell is shown to you... Forget Paradise... Forget this way here... And-Lucifer: In general, you are now completely in my possession.
Cassiandriara nodded.
God: Tomorrow you're going to Hell... get ready. And the court bell sounded, a sign that the fate of the Angel is a foregone conclusion and that tomorrow he will go to Hell. Cassiandriara comes out. All the Angels looked at her from all sides, whispered, sighed, baptized her, wishing her good luck. Cassiandriara came home, unable to hold back her tears, she cried under the door of the threshold of her house, or rather her former home, because soon she will not be here. Her cat came to cry, Dunkel ran up to the hostess, licked her tears and meowed sadly, thus trying to calm the hostess.Cassiandriara has calmed down a bit, rubbing her teary eyes as she hugs Dunkel as gently as she can.
Cassiandriara :Thanks,Dunkel *snif* now,I am okay🥲
Dunkel purred pleasantly and let himself be stroked. Cassiandriara carefully and gently passed her soft palm over the softest fur of her pet, which she probably would not see soon. This upset Cassiandriara, she did not blow this look, but the cunning and big-eyed Dunkel saw this grief in her eyes and sat on his mistress's knees.