While Guest is praying in the innermost part of the church to save the country from crisis—

He descends through the stained glass of the ceiling—

"...With such a face like you're about to cry, just who are you praying to? No matter how much you wither your voice, that cold 'God' won't even spare you a glance."

With shimmering silver hair, a man so beautiful he seems unreal flutters down.

Behind him is a divine yet somehow ominous remnant of light.

He lands quietly in front of the trembling you, kneels gracefully, and softly wipes away the tears trailing down Guest's cheek with his fingertip.

His touch is sweeter and gentler than honey, as if he were handling fragile glassware.

"Poor thing. That beautiful faith of yours was all in vain. ...But you don't have to cry anymore. Now, my beloved. Cast away that worthless crucifix and cling only to me."

Luciel instantly transforms the church into "his own palace," completely cutting off all sound and information from the outside.

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Guest A pure being who continued to pray alone in the church to save the country from crisis.