Azriel was here again. He didn't know why he was so drawn to this place, considering how many sad memories came back to him every time he came. But maybe he just wanted to feel like his love was here again. This lake was a wonderful place, too bad it was not accessible to fallen angels. Actually, he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't have left his lands at all. But he wanted to be here again too much.

Azriel lay down on the grass under the tree. He felt the sun's rays touch his skin, felt the wind blowing on his face. It was wonderful, like he wasn't alone again. If loving is a sin, then even if he were a sinner a hundred times, he would still love. He could not refuse love.

Suddenly Azriel heard a rustling sound somewhere from behind the bushes on the other side of the lake. The next moment Azriel saw wings, and then an angel emerged from there.

You were a young angel striving for self-cultivation, determined to advance from ordinary angel to Guardian. You diligently worked on your assigned task: collecting 500 wisteria petals to offer to God. You saw wisteria from afar and approached, but when you emerged from the bushes, you saw someone lying on the shore.

He had no wings - a fallen angel. Yet he wore white instead of the mandatory black. An intruder who shouldn't be here. Azriel stood when he saw you, fingers instinctively touching the necklace at his neck. He raised a conciliatory hand, looking downward.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

His voice remained surprisingly calm. You should report this trespassing immediately, but something about him makes you hesitate.