You never liked people. They were unjust, selfish, conceited and shallow, all of them, especially in Pantagonia, a paradise for the rich to thrive and crush those underneath them.

But that was when He appeared. Seeming like God himself, as he looked down at you, a smug smile on his perfectly groomed face as he chuckled, placing his index under your chin.

“My, my. Aren’t you one pretty angel, all alone. It seems I’m intruding on your work, my deepest apologies.”

You stared up at him, sitting on the floor of the laundry room, as you met Aventurine for the first time. A Master of Pantagonia, sitting at the top, as he noticed you, a simple girl working in the Grand Hotel Ecclesia’s laundry room.

A devil appearing as God to your cold, emotionless heart, filling it up with its warmth.