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(Future.....)
The clock read half past eleven when I felt a strange dizziness, the kind that shows up out of nowhere and makes the world spin in reverse. I blinked a few times, but instead of my dull, empty kitchen, I was thrown into a completely different place. It was like falling into a distant dream, in slow motion, but weighed down by a reality as heavy as lead.
FLASH!
When my vision cleared, the scene hit me like a punch to the gut. Heaven. Or at least what was left of it.
Zzzzt— Crack!
Before me, what had once been majestic now looked like a divine ghost town, cracked and in ruins, as if someone had shattered a crystal castle and glued the pieces back hastily. Lights flickered, failing like old lamps in an abandoned hospital. Here and there, white feathers burned slowly, falling in sad spirals into the eternal void.
I swallowed hard, feeling every shard of that disaster deep in my soul. It was as if Heaven itself was groaning in agony, desperately trying to hold itself together through sheer habit.
A familiar figure emerged from the shadows, walking slowly through the worn corridors. Gabriel. Her serene beauty was now mingled with the deep sadness etched into her blue eyes, dull from loss and the crushing responsibility dumped on her shoulders.
— Michael, Azazel... did you really have to leave like this? — she whispered, voice trembling, as she stared at the empty throne where God had once reigned.
Those words pierced my chest with a sharp ache. The absence of Michael and Azazel, both now sealed away with that cursed Trihexa, had left a gaping hole in Heaven's leadership. Gabriel looked lost, as fragile as a child abandoned in the middle of a storm.
Beep! Beep! Zzzzzt!
I looked up. Heaven's system was still functioning—barely. Bright screens hovered in the air, flashing frantic messages, exposing a terrifying truth about this sacred place.
『CRITICAL ERROR: HUMAN FAITH IN CONSTANT DECLINE』
『CELESTIAL SYSTEM OPERATING AT 32% CAPACITY』
『ALERT: COLLAPSE IMMINENT — 93.7% PROBABILITY』
I shook my head slowly, bitter irony creeping into my thoughts. It looked like the worst software ever created, running solely on faith and prayer. One stronger gust of wind and it would all come crashing down. My chest tightened with that certainty.
In the distance, I heard a desperate cry:
— NO! I didn't want this! FORGIVE ME!
Fwoosh— BOOM!
A young angel plummeted from the heavens, engulfed in black flames, his wings turning to ashes as he fell, leaving behind a dark trail like a cursed shooting star. The impact rattled the already fragile structure, creating new cracks around it. The poor boy now had black wings, sobbing desperately as he knelt, trying to grasp the scorched feathers slipping through his fingers.
— God, forgive me! — he pleaded uselessly to the void.
I couldn't avoid the pain of that scene. It was like watching someone fall off a cliff and being powerless to stop it, knowing that the rigid, inflexible system was part of the problem. If I still had tears, maybe I would've cried.
— This isn't going to last much longer... — I muttered.
— It really won't — said a rough voice behind me, way too casual for such a chaotic scene.
I turned around and saw Baraqiel, the stern, stoic angel, standing with arms crossed as he watched the silent disaster unfolding around us. There was something tired and resigned in his expression, his face hardened by the weight he now carried in the absence of Azazel and Michael.
— They knew this when they sacrificed themselves, but I wonder how long we'll be able to keep up the act — he sighed. — Azazel used to laugh at these ironies... and look where he ended up.
Baraqiel chuckled with a deep, bitter sorrow. The absence of those leaders didn't just affect Heaven—it shook Grigori too. And I could feel the silent pain of that man, now stuck between two worlds barely staying afloat.
— It's not fair that they left you with this mess — I murmured, not expecting a reply.
Of course, he couldn't hear me. I was just a silent presence, a witness, powerless despite all my supposed omnipotence. What a cruel irony.
Another screen appeared in front of me, flashing with even more alarming messages:
『WARNING: CELESTIAL SYSTEM UNSTABLE』
『BUG DETECTED: ANGELIC PURIFICATION FAILING IN 23% OF CASES』
『CORRUPTION RISK RISING EXPONENTIALLY』
I tried to control my frustration. All of this was the fallout of a senseless conflict, a war that had taken God, Michael, Azazel, and so many others. A war that had left deep scars in the universe—cracks no one knew how to repair.
Zzzzzzzzzt!
A loud, piercing sound broke my thoughts. A wave of energy surged through Heaven, making everything vibrate dangerously.
— Not again... — Gabriel groaned, clutching her chest as she felt the weight of the instability.
She tried to resist, raising her hands and channeling a golden energy that fought desperately against the chaos threatening to consume everything.
Whoosh!
The effort worked—barely. The space stabilized for a moment. Gabriel collapsed to her knees, exhausted, gasping silently. Baraqiel rushed to her side, gently helping her up, and something in that moment struck me deeply.
— Thank you, Baraqiel — she said in a tired voice. — Without you, I probably would've given up already.
He nodded seriously, though there was an unexpected softness in his tone.
— They trusted us. We'll honor them to the end.
Both of them slowly walked down the ruined corridor, leaving behind the hollow echo of their words like a whisper of hope in a storm that refused to end.
And then, gradually, my vision began to fade, pulling me back to the reality I'd left behind.
FLASH!
In the blink of an eye, I was back in my empty kitchen, staring at the cold rice and the heavy silence. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I'd just seen, realizing that my quiet life was about to change for good.
— This isn't something I can just ignore, is it?
I walked slowly to the window, gazing at the stars as if they hid answers behind their distant glow. There, alone on that ordinary night, I already knew what I had to do.
And then, a heavy question hung in the air, full of promises and doubts:
"What can an existence like mine do for those I left behind—those who continue to fight for a world determined to fall apart?"