As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell. But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be. The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us. But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people. We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world...*** Let's start with me. I'm already over eighty, but I don't look older than twenty. I look like those ordinary girls who walk the streets by the hundreds. But to this I can tell you the oldest murdered phrase - do not judge a book by its cover. Take a look at my first and last name-Carolianna Epixfire. It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers. We have everyone here with strange names. For example

Scott ran away and... mud splattered his clothes when he fell back into some kind of quagmire of a smaller scale.Hitting the dirt, Scott howled crazily.— Why can't I just do it, why I can't fly?!—he almost shouted.— Scott, don't despair. You just need to focus on it, don't scream and then you will definitely fly.—I told him.— Either fate has shown me a miracle, and now it's laying a pig... I may never fly...—Scott sighed sadly.— And if...—I didn't have time to understand what the man was up to - he ran away from me so quickly. It's even strange - maybe he used magic without even realizing it himself...Dean looked up from the phone and ran after me.I now realized where Scott ran - to a huge, on a human scale, grief... This mountain can kill him before he becomes an angel...— Scott!— I rushed to the guy, but he was already flying down.The wings flew open and Dean almost fell down from surprise.Scott's wings resisted the flow of wind and suddenly lifted him into the air.Oh, go

The beginning of the end began with the most absurd situation that could be. Scott asked me to bring a couple of spears and I went to the armory. At the entrance, I felt a blow to the head, but I did not lose consciousness, but tried to strike back. The back of my head ached wildly, but I tried to kick as best I could. —You don't have to fight, Carolianna, you have to listen...— someone said softly in my ear. I was petrified. This... It was my own voice! — Can I look at you?—I asked. — My goal was to deliver the book to you, not to show up! HP forbade me!— says a voice so similar to mine. A huge handwritten volume, probably made from a household ledger, falls into my hands. — Read it and think about what to do...— my time double pushed me aside and opened a time portal. I managed to notice. It was definitely me, only gray to perfect whiteness. Bringing the spears, I gave one to Scott, the other to Dean, and I sat down on a bench with a book. — And what is this?—Scott turn