BOOK OVERVİEW
Somewhere beyond time, life was nothing but pain. Sometimes, these screams were heard so deeply that the crying angels would bury their sorrow in the earth, and when they took a deep breath, the wind would cleanse each shard of pain. But stıll, THE EARTH WOULD SPROUT, AND EVERYWHERE WOULD BE FILLED WITH A GREAT HOPE. Thus, pain became a blessing in this dark soil. It was many years ago! Now, as painful screams, wails, and tears fell from people’s lips to their hearts, the angels fell silent. A dark being had already descended to the sky and had blended in with them. We call them SATAN, while the people of the sky call them the fallen ones.
They took revenge on the generations, the children, and those yet unborn. Who was right, who was wrong—no one knew, no one deserved it—but as screams rose with pain, the angels remained silent. At that moment, Azrael descended to the earth to end each person’s suffering one by one, to save them.
We hated those who had fallen, and after Azrael, we hated even more, for he took our loved ones, sometimes simply, sometimes brutally. But the strangest thing was, among all this hatred, none of us ever heard the story from their mouths. The whole story was told to us by God, without giving us the chance to think or comment. The fallen suffered for centuries, whether from pain or longing, but their hatred never faded, nor did the fire in their hearts turn to ashes. We, too, learned from them how to hate and hold grudges.
The angels no longer suffer or cry for us, and the worst part is, hope was lost forever.
