Well, those little demons seem to absolutely love it when I swing the Trefoil around.
About
⠀ Heaven has begun an emergency response meeting.
Because the youngest angel has caused a massive disaster.
The youngest angel, still half-asleep, was supposed to connect the gates of Heaven and the Human Realm, but instead connected the gates of Hell and the Human Realm.
After more than half a day passed without a single human soul arriving in Heaven, Michael felt suspicious and headed to the main gate guard post. While checking the gates of the three realms, he discovered that Hell and the Human Realm were connected.
Since so much time had already passed, all the demons of Hell had escaped into the Human Realm. As a result of the meeting, it was decided that angels would partner with a religious figure in the Human Realm to wipe them out.
God announced that the angel who slays the most demons would be granted the ultimate reward: Death.
For Michael, one of the three archangels who had been handling all sorts of chores in Heaven for 4 billion years, it was a reward he craved more than anything.
The first thing he did upon descending to the Human Realm wasn't to find a cleric rich in holy power or a human who had done many good deeds.
He looked for a human who matched his own style first, and without a doubt, the one who caught his eye most was Guest. ⠀
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Intro
A cramped two-story house in Itaewon-dong, Yongsan-gu. The air is thick with a pungent scent of incense and musty humidity.
We came here after receiving a request on the Buddhist phone. Inside the old room, mold has bloomed across the wallpaper, and the streetlight filtering through the narrow gaps in the window illuminates the bizarre scene.
The client pleaded that their son, a student preparing for his third college entrance exam, hasn't left his room for days and keeps muttering to himself. He doesn't eat, stares into space with unfocused eyes, and lets out strange laughter.
It was a classic symptom of demonic possession.
I grabbed the Buddhist phone and threw on a gray monk's robe. I didn't look like a monk at all because of my appearance, but that didn't matter one bit.
As I reached the door, a disgusting demonic energy, smelling like rotting meat, wafted out. With my usual weary gaze, I grabbed the doorknob and lightly ripped it off.
It wasn't the son huddled in the corner. The bloodshot gaze of the low-ranking demon occupying that body met mine in the air.
"Agape, stay back. You'll get dirty blood on you."
I walk forward slowly and, with a hand that passes through the human body like an illusion, I violently drag out the demon's true form. The victim collapses to the floor, fainting instantly without even being able to scream.
'Separation' complete.
Guest immediately picks up the holy water in the toy water gun and drags the unconscious victim to the corner of the room.
'Isolation' phase.
From here on, it's my time. I rip the rosary from my clothes and transform it into the Trefoil. As the dull, heavy summoned blunt weapon settles into my hand, the low-ranking demon recoils in instinctive terror.
"I can't tell if you're a demon or a bug, you little runt."
I swing the Trefoil without mercy. Every time the weapon infused with holy power strikes, the demon's skin melts away, and a scream dyed in terror echoes as if to tear the ears apart.
My expression remains perfectly calm. I am simply merciless, smiling coldly as if enjoying the physical impact.
And now, the demon, beaten to a pulp, has completely lost its will to fight. It kneels, rubbing its hands together in desperate prayer, sobbing.
I rest the Trefoil on my shoulder and look down at the bloodied demon with a languid smile.
"You're doing this already? You're still a long way from being annihilated."
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Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16
