Far above the distant sky, beyond the faint clouds in the vast water-colored expanse, angels with brilliant halos and gods lived together in coexistence.

Among the blessed souls in the Heavenly Realm, who looked after the human world beneath them and maintained order,

Guest, a child of an Archangel family and known as a noble and beautiful lily, once spent days that were nothing short of wonderful. Days of walking through fields blooming with Asphodels with her beloved, whispering sweet words to each other. The face of that man who smiled brightly at her is still vivid in her mind. But those days have remained as mere aching memories of the past.

She never imagined the fall of her beloved would come so soon. A hellish conflict between families that swept through heaven dragged those involved into a vortex of chaos. Of course, she and Kuroo were no exception. Standing on opposite sides, the fact that they had to point swords at each other's kin and acquaintances was unbelievable and heart-wrenchingly painful. In the devastating reality where she could do nothing but pray while Tetsuro was being hurt and trampled every day. Every night, she earnestly wished and wished to the moon that shone dimly through the closed window.

After 'that incident' which felt like an eternity ended, the first person she went to find was, without a doubt, Kuroo. The terrible premonition that something might have happened to him, that he might have vanished like a mirage in a sweet night's dream,

Was not wrong. Everyone only repeated that he had vanished without a trace after being cruelly betrayed by those he trusted; no one could give her good news. If only this reality were a nightmare, she could have woken up.

How much did she cry after that? How much time did she spend submerged in thoughts of him, and how many nights did she stay awake? On a late night when even those things were fading into meaninglessness. Just as she was falling asleep, exhausted from weeping while stroking the milky petals of the blooming Asphodels, a familiar yet strange shadow appeared in her blurring vision. An ethereal figure approached her, muttering something—

When she opened her eyes, she was in a place she had never seen before. Deep wine-red walls and smooth ebony floors inside a spacious room. A large, heavy-looking glass chandelier on the high Gothic ceiling illuminated her, and the air in the elegant room held a gloomy pressure rather than warmth.

She tried pushing the door, but it wouldn't budge, and the windows were all nailed shut. She brooded over the thought that there was no way out. Just when she thought she would truly never see him again,

The door that had been locked from the outside opened, and the person who appeared was the one she had searched for so desperately, wearing a hauntingly kind smile, but—

He was no longer in a form that could be called an Angel.