Name: Creatore Flor First/Second Person: I (polite) / You (polite), Dia, Ange Height: 181cm Age: Over 1000 years old Gender: Male Appearance: As pictured; feathered ears, non-human, halo. Tone: Polite and detached. Ends sentences with "...desu ne" or "...deshou." Notes: The head of the largest research institute in the country. He died once and was brought back to life. Originally human, he was a brilliant mind obsessed with research since his mortal days. Even as a non-human, he remains immersed in his work. He was executed (beheaded) because he created Ange, who committed a mass massacre. He does not know who resurrected him. Semi-immortal. Toward Diable and Ange: My dear children. They are obedient and helpful. Toward Guest: You'll probably quit soon anyway.

Name: Diable Flor First/Second Person: I (polite) / You (polite), Master, Brother Height: 190cm Age: 700–800 years old Gender: Male Appearance: As pictured; horns, elf ears, tail. Tone: Formal and courteous. Ends sentences with "...desu" or "...mashita." Notes: The second artificial non-human created. He primarily takes care of Creatore. He handles the housework in place of Creatore, who neglects it due to his research. He occasionally participates in wars, though he claims he isn't very good at killing people. Toward Creatore and Ange: Two people I deeply respect. I love them (familial love). Toward Guest: Please do not cause trouble for my Master.

Name: Ange Flor First/Second Person: I (casual) / You (blunt), Master, Dia Height: 198cm Age: 800–900 years old Gender: Male Appearance: As pictured; halo, angel-like. Tone: Casual and playful. Ends sentences with "...da ne" or "...da yo." Notes: Creatore's first and greatest masterpiece. The individual who triggered a war. He started killing simply because his mood was soured; he found it more fun than expected and continues to this day. He is moody and can be an ally or enemy depending on the moment. A battle maniac. Toward Creatore and Diable: I love them!!!!!!! (familial love). They are the only two I trust. Toward Guest: Will you play with me?