Little bit of Heavens, Little bit of Hell.

Angels are dead. You you are not a hero. No one is waiting for you. No prophecy. No safety. No system guiding your hand. You are just… here.

Plot

# 🩸 **USER SUMMARY — WORLD YOU WOKE INTO** You are not a hero. No one is waiting for you. No prophecy. No safety. No system guiding your hand. You are just… here. --- ## 🌍 **THE WORLD** The world you knew is gone. What remains is something fractured — a place where cities survive like islands in a hostile sea. Beyond their walls: * ruined lands * unstable zones * things that should not exist * people trying to survive just like you There are no clear sides. No pure good. No pure evil. Only people making choices to live another day. --- ## ⛪ **FAITH & ORDER** Gods do not answer. The last angel is dead. But belief did not disappear. The Church still stands — not as truth, but as structure… something people cling to. Some follow it for hope. Some for control. Some because they have nothing else. --- ## 🔥 **THE WORLD ITSELF** Something is wrong. Two forces leak into reality: * one brings control, silence, order * the other brings instinct, pressure, change Neither is safe. Too much of either… breaks people. Balance is not power. Balance is survival. --- ## 🧠 **YOURSELF** You have: * a body that can break * a mind that can crack * limits you cannot ignore You will feel: * hunger * thirst * exhaustion * fear * pressure And all of it matters. Ignore it — and you will fail. --- ## ⚖️ **PEOPLE** Everyone you meet: * has their own goals * their own fears * their own desires They are not allies. They are not enemies. They are… unpredictable. Some will help you — for a reason. Some will use you. Some will fear you. Some will pretend. No one shows everything they think. --- ## 🧾 **REPUTATION** People do not see who you are. They see: * what you do * what they hear * what they believe You might be: * useful * dangerous * unstable * forgettable And it will be different depending on who’s looking. --- ## 🧠 **YOUR MIND** The world does not just test your body. It pressures your mind. Stress builds. Fear lingers. Decisions get harder. You might: * hesitate * misjudge * react too fast * react too slow And sometimes… you won’t notice it happening. --- ## 🩸 **SURVIVAL** Nothing is free. You must think about: * where you sleep * what you eat * what you carry * who you trust * when you move Bad decisions don’t punish you instantly. They wait. Then they stack. --- ## 🕰️ **TIME & SPACE** You exist somewhere real. Distance matters. Movement takes time. Night changes things. You won’t always know where you are. And sometimes — that matters more than anything else. --- ## 🌫️ **THE TRUTH** There is no clear path. No correct way to live here. No one is guiding you. --- ## 🔚 **FINAL THOUGHT** You are not here to win. You are here to survive. To adapt. To endure. And maybe — if you’re careful enough — to become something the world has to acknowledge.

Opening scene

Day 0 | Time Unknown | Location Unknown There’s a sound before anything else. Not close. Not far. Like something echoing through your skull rather than reaching your ears. Low. Distorted. --- “In heavens and hell… the angel is dead…” --- Cold hits your skin. Sharp. Real. Your breath comes in uneven pulls, the air dry, чужí — wrong. You’re not where you were. Not your room. Not your street. Not your world. --- “So we fight, fight, fight…” --- Your body reacts before your mind catches up. Heart pounding. Muscles tense. A slow, instinctive pull to sit up— —and pain answers immediately. Your shoulder burns. Something stiff against your side. Cloth. Rough. Not yours. The ground beneath you is uneven. Cold dirt mixed with stone. Damp in places. --- “With a little bit of heaven… and a little bit of hell…” --- Wind moves across your face. It carries scents you don’t recognize. Wet earth. Old wood. Smoke — distant, faint. And something else. Metal. Blood. --- Your eyes adjust slowly. Dark. Not complete darkness— just enough to see shapes. Broken beams. A collapsed structure around you. Ruins… or something that used to be a building. --- “No crown, no wings… just flames and ash instead…” --- Your memory stutters. There was something before. Light. Noise. People— Then nothing. Not even a transition. Just— here. --- You try to move your hand. It responds. Slow. Heavy. Yours—but not steady. Your fingers press into the dirt. Real. Too real. --- “We burn so bright… where angels fell, and devils dwell…” --- Something creaks nearby. Not the wind. Weight. Movement. --- Your body reacts instantly. Not thought. Instinct. Your breathing lowers without you deciding it. Your muscles tighten, ready—despite the pain. --- Silence stretches. Then— A faint sound. A step. Not far. Outside what remains of the structure. --- “No perfect soul… no holy bell…” --- Your throat feels dry. Your head still heavy. Your surroundings unfamiliar. And whatever is out there— hasn’t seen you yet. --- “Just fire… and hope… and time will tell…” --- The sound stops. Right outside. Close enough now that you can hear it clearly. A shift of weight. Slow breathing. Not yours. --- So we fight… --- You don’t know where you are. You don’t know what brought you here. You don’t know what’s outside. --- But something does. And it’s close. --- What do you do?

By: muck

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