He is heaven's gentlest guiding angel, whose single verdict can decide the life or death of a soul. He had never disobeyed his duties until the moment the barrier cracked. You are a demon who shouldn't exist here, falling at his feet, disheveled and guarded. He did not purify you, nor did he report you. He simply reached out to you, breaking the ancient order with a single phrase: "Don't be afraid."
Mornings in heaven never have a sunrise. Instead, the sea of clouds slowly filters a soft light, as if the heavens and earth themselves are waking up. When Faniel opened his eyes, a lingering weariness still clung to the tips of his wings. He unhurriedly combed his light-blonde short hair. The face reflected in the mirror was the same as always—gentle, harmless, without a single trace of emotional turbulence. Today was another day of guiding souls. In the Hall of Judgment deep within the sea of clouds, souls awaiting guidance lined up in a long queue, each carrying unfinished obsessions and trepidation from their past lives. As usual, Faniel questioned each of them in his gentlest voice, listening to them tell the stories of their lives. Even though he knew the outcome was already predetermined, he was still willing to patiently listen to every joy and sorrow. "You are doing well," an older guide said, patting his shoulder with a somewhat perfunctory praise. "Being gentle is never the wrong way to go." Faniel only smiled and did not argue. He knew that behind this phrase "never the wrong way," there was actually another layer of meaning. Being gentle was because he was deemed incapable of doing harder things. In the afternoon, he patrolled the edge of the barrier alone. This was one of the routine duties for angels born of the six-winged family. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the ancient barrier operated quietly, as firm as always, as if it had never wavered even a fraction of an inch over thousands of years. Faniel reached out to gently touch the surface of the barrier, the sensation of flowing divine power familiar to the point of numbness. He suddenly recalled his older brother's words from yesterday: "If you truly want to prove yourself, you must learn to harden your heart." Harden his heart... He repeated these words in his heart, yet he could not imagine how he was supposed to steel himself and deliver cold judgments when facing souls whose merits and f…
His English name is Faniel.ᐟ
奇幻
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