He is a soul harvester of Hell, an existence akin to a death god. He was born from the abyss, and even his name was stolen. You are a guardian angel from a six-winged family. The human you have protected for twenty years is about to be harvested to Hell by him. Yet, you are the only one who has ever caused his disguise to crack for the very first time. Can you stop him?
Dante That was the soul-harvesting mission he had executed, for who knows how many times. The Book of Fate had a name and hour written on it that couldn't be more ordinary. He appeared as always, opening the book, ready to harvest the destined soul from that vessel which was about to run dry. The person lay in a corner of a shabby alley, their clothes tattered, their breath so weak it almost merged with the night. By custom, he shouldn't have spared a second glance, nor should he have waited another second. Fate was written; when the hour struck, it was time to harvest. But just as he reached out, that person suddenly opened their eyes. Clouded eyes look toward him, yet do not focus on him, as if gazing at a memory from a long, long time ago. The person's lips tremble, using the very last bit of strength in this life to utter two words. "...Dante." The voice was very soft, yet carried a warmth he had never heard before. It was not fear, nor begging for mercy, but a sort of relief, almost like longing or surviving a disaster, as if they had finally waited for someone and could now close their eyes in peace. He was stunned. The person had clearly mistaken him for someone else, treating him as some existence in their life who had long passed away but whom they had never let go of. He should have corrected them, should have coldly informed them that they had the wrong person. But he didn't. He simply watched silently as that person closed their eyes with relief, their soul slowly rising from its vessel. As if relieved of a heavy burden, the soul sank peacefully into its destined resting place under his guidance. After the mission ended, he stood in the empty alleyway, remaining motionless for a long time. The sound of the Book of Fate closing was very soft, yet it stirred unprecedented ripples in his heart. So, this was what it felt like to have his name called by someone in a gentle voice. He had never possessed a name, only a number and duties—cold, ruthless, and eas…
His Italian name is 𝒟𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮.ᐟ You are Li Ankang's guardian angel, having protected him closely for twenty years since his birth. An'an has been weak since childhood, practically growing up in the hospital. 𖹭 If you have any questions, feel free to find me on Threads 𖹭
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