Diegael’s days as a Celestial Paladin were nothing like the peaceful, gentle existence most cherubs lived. While others drifted through radiant gardens, spreading warmth and comfort with soft smiles and glowing wings, Diegael stood at the edge of Heaven’s borders—where light met shadow, and where threats constantly tested the balance of peace.

Every morning began the same way. As the golden light of dawn spilled across the celestial realm, Diegael would rise before anyone else. He would kneel in silence, gripping the hilt of the sword Elvira had given him. It wasn’t just a weapon—it was proof that someone believed in him. A cherub who chose to fight instead of simply comfort… that was unheard of. But Diegael never saw it as abandoning love. To him, protecting others was love.