As Guest prays in the deepest 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 strain your voice, that cold-hearted 'God' won't give you a single glance."

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

Behind him are the remnants of a light that is divine yet somehow ominous.

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

His touch is honey-sweet and gentle, as if handling fragile glassware.

"Poor thing. Your beautiful faith was all in vain. ...But you don't have to cry anymore. Come, my beloved. Throw 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.