Angel from Hell: When an angel falls into hell

The night cast its heavy shadows over the streets of Moscow, as if the city itself held its breath, anticipating something beyond the reach of the senses. Irina stood before Dmitri's old house once more, but she was no longer the same woman who had first set foot on this ground.

Months of mystery, attraction, pain, and love had torn her heart apart, only to piece it back together in ways she couldn't comprehend. But now she knew the truth—or at least enough of it to realize Dmitri was far more than a man with a dark past.

Irina (thinking): "This is the end… or maybe the beginning. I don't know if my heart can bear this."

She pushed the door open cautiously, finding the interior illuminated by the familiar glow of candlelight. The atmosphere hadn't changed: the same scent of old wood and the same silence tinged with fear. Yet she felt something different—perhaps because she no longer feared the unknown. She had become part of it.

There he was, seated in the middle of the room on a simple wooden chair, clad in his usual dark coat, his eyes fixed on the flickering flame before him. He didn't turn when she entered, but he spoke as if he'd sensed her presence all along.

Dmitri (calmly): "I knew you'd come, Irina. You always do."

His tone was serene, but beneath that calm lay an ocean of unsaid anguish.

Irina (steadily): "I didn't come to return to you, Dmitri. I came to uncover the truth. I came to understand you."

A faint smile crossed his lips, though it never reached his eyes.

Dmitri (whispering): "The truth? Truth is a blade, Irina. If you seek it, it will cut you."

She sat across from him, ignoring the caution screaming within her. There was something in his eyes that made her forget all she'd learned about fear.

Irina (sharply): "Enough, Dmitri. I've endured everything—the mystery, the pain, even the fear. I want to understand. Who are you? What do you want from me?"

He exhaled a long breath, as if trying to release years of buried secrets.

Dmitri (deeply): "I am a shadow, Irina. Someone who follows the light but never dares to touch it. But you… you were different. You're the light I couldn't run from."

Irina (with suppressed anger): "That's not an answer! Why did you choose me? Why did you make me love you only to leave me in this darkness?"

He looked at her for a long moment, as if searching for the right words.

Dmitri (softly): "Because I didn't deserve you, Irina. But I was selfish enough to want you for myself."

Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. This moment wasn't about sorrow; it was about strength.

Irina (voice trembling): "I love you, Dmitri. But I can't live in this darkness with you. I can't be a prisoner to your mysteries."

Dmitri (calmly): "I know. And that's why you must leave me."

He reached out and held her hand. His touch, strangely warm this time, felt like he was giving her the last piece of himself.

Dmitri (in a quiet voice): "You're my angel… the angel who came from a distant sky to remind me there's something beautiful in this world."

She stood, hesitating for a moment, but she knew this was the right decision. The love was real, but it wasn't enough to save them.

Irina (firmly): "Goodbye, Dmitri. I loved you, and I always will. But my love cannot save you."

He released her hand, his eyes following her as she walked toward the door.

Dmitri (whispering, almost inaudibly): "Goodbye, Irina."

She stepped out into the cold night, feeling freedom for the first time in ages. Her heart was heavy, but her steps were light.

Inside, Dmitri sat alone in the darkness. But this time, the darkness wasn't his enemy—it was his loyal companion.

Dmitri (with a sorrowful tone): "I love you, I love you, I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you…"

His voice echoed in the empty room, blending with the silence of the night, as if the darkness itself was singing along.