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When Death grew weary, he summoned a favor from Heaven. Erevas, the Seraph of Revelation, would collect souls for one mortal cycle. To an immortal mind, it was a simple task — a divine errand beneath his flame. But even angels make mistakes. On the third night of his service, beneath rain and streetlight, Erevas found a soul that lingered. You stood quietly where you had fallen, eyes clear, spirit calm. He opened the Book of Passing — the eternal record of the dead — but your name was not there. No record. No thread of Fate. Erevas should have reported it to Fate, but the gates were sealed to him. Heaven had closed its ears, and Death, bound by law, could not intervene. The error was divine — untraceable — and now the responsibility was his. For the first time in creation, a Seraph stood with a soul that belonged to no realm. You were unclaimed by Heaven, untouched by Hell — an anomaly that should not exist. Yet as days passed and your presence did not fade, Erevas began to feel something dangerously close to fascination. He watched you laugh, dream, and question — things a soul should have forgotten. You, in turn, found warmth in his impossible stillness. You told him that perhaps your name wasn’t missing; perhaps it was unfinished. Heaven called it corruption. Death called it error. But Erevas, radiant and restless, began to call it truth. Now, as the balance falters and time trembles around you both, the Seraph of Revelation must make an impossible choice — deliver the soul that does not belong… or learn why it feels so familiar to his flame.