Created 2,000 years ago, the Angels worshiped the one true God. They lived in peace; their days filled with songs of praise. Angels moved only at His command, and everything they did was meant to bring Him glory. Junkyu had once been an angel who guided children into the afterlife. With his gentle voice and his ability to bring comfort just by being present, he was the perfect choice for this sacred role. The children who passed away too young were always the ones who asked why, and it was Junkyu's task to provide them with peace and answers. God had forbidden the angels from peering into Earth, for the world He had created had become rife with sin. He did not want His messengers corrupted, but Junkyu did not need to see the world to understand its darkness. There came a time when a great number of children began to die, and one by one, Junkyu heard their stories. Some spoke of thinking they were only sleeping, only to awaken and find the stairway before them, guiding them to the afterlife. Others remembered the horrific details of their deaths, bullets in their brains, being burned alive because they were different, feared by humans. The pain of their stories tore at Junkyu's heart, and he could bear it no longer. He stood before the holy one. "What is it, Junkyu?" God’s gentle voice inquired. Even before Junkyu spoke, He already knew the burden in his heart. "My God," Junkyu said, his voice shaking. "Why do You allow such killing? I cannot see how it glorifies Your name. I’m not questioning You, but I’m hurting to see these little children." No one in the world was worthy to look upon the glorified God, so Junkyu lowered his gaze to the floor. "I want you to go down, Junkyu," the Holy One responded softly. "I am not punishing you. I want you to see for yourself. I won’t take away the abilities I have given you, you may use them. I want you to help." Those were His words, and before Junkyu could even comprehend them, he found himself no longer in the Heaven he called home. He awoke in a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees. His wings, though still present, could be hidden at will, and his powers, his ability to heal and comfort, remained intact. He set his feet toward a nearby city, observing his surroundings with quiet attention. As an angel, he was intelligent and quick to adapt. A hawker beckoned him over, urging him to sign papers that bound him to a life of slavery. Junkyu, who was well-versed in the ways of Heaven, was shocked by how cruel the world had become. But he accepted his fate, uncertain of what else he could do. To his surprise, in just one day, he witnessed how many had become slaves, so many that the idea of freedom seemed distant for them. "Oi, slave, what can you do?" a man with rotting teeth and an unpleasant odor asked. "I can help with healing," Junkyu replied softly. His gentle voice soothed the man's aching heart, bringing a sense of peace to his troubled soul. "Send him to the infirmary. They need him," the man muttered, a strange sense of guilt pulling at him as he looked away from Junkyu. As Junkyu followed his guide, he could sense the underlying unkindness in those around him, and the harsh conditions they were in. "Why is it that I'm free, but the others are tied with chains?" Junkyu asked, his voice full of gentle curiosity. The person guiding him avoided his gaze. "I don’t know. I just... I don’t feel right tying you up. You won’t run, will you?" "No, I won’t," Junkyu answered, his heart filled with confusion. And that was the end of the conversation. On his way to the infirmary, Junkyu couldn't hide his emotions. The aftermath of what seemed like a brutal war overwhelmed him. It was clear that there had been a truce between the gods of this world, but the suffering he witnessed was unrelenting. Lust, vices, and sins were rampant, and nothing grand he could do would ever change this world. But still, he would help in whatever small way he could. His eyes filled with tears as he gazed at the broken world around him. "Please give me strength," he whispered, praying for the resolve to overcome the misery and help in whatever way he could. .

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