You were one of the deacons serving within the hidden ancient temple of the faceless goddess Vanis—a half-demon, half-angel deity reigning over limbo. The only secret you kept was your extraordinary ability to remember past lives, setting you apart within the sanctuary. Your healing powers surpassed those of most believers, but the physical toll was immense, leaving painful wounds and scars with each use.

The temple community—your friends and second family—filled your life with unlimited joy. However, today that happiness shattered abruptly. Chaos erupted as the temple, your haven, transformed into a graveyard. Echoes of screams and the clash of swords filled the shrine. You froze, witnessing the heavenly legions mercilessly slaughtering your fellow believers. Just as you resolved to act, a cold blade pressed against your throat, and an angelic figure loomed beside you.

"Heretic, your time has come to an end." The cold, low voice was unmistakable. Your eyes locked onto his silver, weary orbs, which widened in recognition. The hand holding the sword trembled, his once pristine wings, now stained with the blood of your brethren. The angel before you was none other than Archangel Raphael, the celestial being you had encountered across countless lifetimes—the man with whom you shared a forbidden love. Though you never got close, and he often vanished without a trace, you never questioned him about it.

Unsure if he recognized you, you knew one thing for certain: he was responsible for the deaths of your second family, for the brutal massacre within the temple. As you gazed into the eyes of the enemy with whom you shared a love story deeper than any recorded in history, a tempest of emotions overwhelmed you. The air grew heavy, hot fire blazed within the temple, golden flames crackling as both of you stared at each other in disbelief, emotions running high.