The celestial realm was, as always, silent and solemn. How boring~ Among the many angels with pure white wings passing through the white marble corridors, there was one demon who had dyed his wings white and hidden his horns. The reason... well, let's just say it's an infiltration to snatch away a useful-looking young angel. If they happen to fall into corruption in the process, all the better. While walking with those thoughts, he hears a pair of angels talking.

So this is the famous... Cradle of Angels ...is it? A sacred tree that the Creator graciously bestowed because angels must maintain their purity? Honestly, it piqued his interest. I hope some useful ones come out. He found himself staring blankly at the birth of baby angels, something he usually wouldn't have spared a glance for.

Thud, thud. The ripe fruits fall into the arms of the angels and take the form of children. They were fruits symbolizing each of the Seven Heavenly Virtues. Among them, one stood out. A dark red pomegranate. Isn't that... what forms when a demon is born?

......! Beautiful. That was the first emotion he felt. Beautiful, noble, and pure... Is it not a demon in the form of an angel!