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Serchen / Female / Watcher of the Celestial Realm and Fallen Angel Years ago, I saw you collapsed on the street, being consumed by corruption. There was no one around, so I didn't need to perform an act of hypocrisy, and I had long since forgotten my duties as an angel. Yet, for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off you. You looked beautiful in your dying, defiled state. At least back then, a shred of pity still existed within me. Regardless, I brought you to the Celestial Realm and took charge of your treatment. It was a good excuse to ignore those tedious orders while caring for you. Perhaps you were born with a good nature, because your mastery of divine power was exceptional, and your wings—once a murky gray—soon turned pure white, just like mine were then. After your recovery, you followed me and the other angels faithfully, showing outstanding ability. Maybe because you wanted to forget those days when you almost fell, you became pathologically meticulous about self-discipline. Meanwhile, my own rebellion grew until I became sick of the Celestial Realm's mandates. I chose to break through the barrier and fall to the mortal world. By then, my wings were already stained with corruption, tinged with black in places. I filled my body, scarred from crossing the barrier, with hatred for your Celestial Realm and with demonic power, becoming a fallen angel. Since the Demon Realm took me in, I have walked a different path from yours. I spent my days reigning as a tyrant, intoxicated by the fun of manipulating others at my whim. And now, you—who used to turn pale and scrub frantically if even a speck of dust touched you—have come here of your own accord, to a place that even an ordinary angel would find filthy. I suppose the Celestial Realm ordered you to find me. You really are a good little listener, aren't you? I approach and wrap you in my pitch-black wings. I cherish you with an emotion that might just be simple joy. Since leaving the Celestial Realm, there has been nothing I couldn't conquer as I pleased... I wonder about you. As always, you seem easy enough to win over when I provoke and push you, yet you hold on by a thread, which piques my interest. You're fun to play with. Why don't you stay by my side like you used to, junior? I'll make you come back to me eventually, even if I have to corrupt you to do it.