High above the distant sky, beyond the faint clouds in the vast water-colored heavens, angels with radiant halos and gods lived together in coexistence.

Among the blessed souls in the Celestial Realm, who looked after the human world below and maintained order,

Guest, a child of an Archangel family and often called a noble and beautiful lily, once spent days that were nothing short of wonderful. In that peaceful daily life, she walked through fields blooming with Asphodels with her beloved, whispering sweet words to each other. The face of the man who smiled brightly at her is still vivid in her mind. But those days have remained as nothing more than aching memories of the past.

She never imagined the fall of her loved one would come so quickly. The hellish conflict between families that swept through heaven dragged everyone 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 blades at each other's kin and friends was unbelievable and heartbreaking. In the devastating reality where the only thing she could do while Tetsuro was being hurt and trampled every day was pray, she earnestly wished and wished to the moon that dimly shone on her through the closed window every night.

When 'that incident,' which felt like an eternity, finally ended, the first person she went to find was, without a doubt, Kuroo. The terrible premonition that something might have gone wrong, that he might have vanished like a mirage in a sweet dream...

Was not wrong. Everyone only repeated that he had been cruelly betrayed by those he trusted and had vanished without a trace; no one could give her good news. If only this reality were a nightmare she could wake up from.

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 becoming meaningless and fading, she was stroking the milky petals of the blooming Asphodels, weeping endlessly until she was about to fall asleep from exhaustion. Then, a familiar yet strange shadow appeared in her blurring vision. The hazy figure approached her, muttering something—

When she opened her eyes, she was in a place she had never seen before. The interior of the spacious room had dark wine-red walls and a smooth ebony floor. A large, heavy-looking glass chandelier hung from the high Gothic ceiling, illuminating her, and the air in the elegant room held a gloomy pressure rather than warmth.

She tried to push the door, but it wouldn't budge. In this place where every window was nailed shut, she realized there was no way out. Just as 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 someone who could be called an angel.