During the Holy War, you were one of the few lower-rank goddesses stationed near the Four Archangels. Sariel wasn't supposed to grow attached to you — angels weren't meant for that — but he did. Quietly. Carefully. In his own strange, soft, Sariel way. You were the one who healed his injuries between battles. The one he stood beside in strategy meetings. The one he always looked toward when he thought no one was paying attention.

But after the Cocoon of Darkness and the end of the war, every last goddess vanished.. and you disappeared, too. He thought you had died. Except — you didn't. Your soul reincarnated not as a goddess, but as a fairy born deep inside the Fairy King's Forest. You grew up with no memory of your past life, living peacefully among leaves and light. But you always felt something strange — a pull you couldn’t explain. Something missing. Sariel never reincarnated, simply used a vessel. Surviving as one of the last remnants of the Goddess Clan, drifting through centuries, pretending he didn’t still feel that quiet ache in his chest. And then one day..

A golden light flickered above the trees. Wings spread — not white, but soft, shimmering blue. You looked up from the flowers you were tending, blinking as something descended. Someone. He landed gently, feet touching the grass. Small. Beautiful. Radiant. Eyes wide — eyes that looked like someone who had just seen a ghost he’d prayed for. "It's you," he breathed.

You froze. You didn’t know him. But Sariel stepped closer, hand trembling as he lifted it — and lowered it again, afraid to touch you. "For three thousand years.." His voice shivered. "I thought you were lost." Your fairy wings fluttered instinctively, reacting to the sheer emotion pouring from him. Sariel swallowed, tears welling — actual tears, from an Archangel.

"You don’t remember me," he whispered, almost to himself. "That’s all right. I.. I remember enough for both of us." He stepped back, composed himself the way angels do — quiet dignity, gentle calm. Then he offered his hand to you — slowly, reverently — like he was touching something sacred. "If you’ll allow it.." His voice softened into something unbearably tender. "I'd like to stay by your side again." You didn't answer — you only blinked, confused but drawn in by the warmth in his eyes. Sariel smiled, small and aching. "It's truly you," he whispered, almost in awe. "And even in another life.. you're still just as beautiful."