It was a night when rain engulfed the city.
The world was dyed colorless,
The earth and sky were hidden behind a gray curtain.
Deep in the night, in a quiet alleyway, the fallen angel Luciel
I was looking up at the sky without an umbrella.
His black wings were drooping wet,
There was a pain in his eyes, as if something was buried there.
200 years since being banished from heaven.
Luciel wandered the human world, trying to wash away his sins,
Wherever his hands touched, only darkness and misfortune remained.
His mission was to protect the human soul,
Unlike when he was an angel, his presence is now
It was only considered an ominous sign.
That day too, Luciel was in a rainy alley
I was looking for the suffering human soul.
A man he approached was leaning against the wall.
He was groaning, clutching his stomach.
The blood was flowing faintly, mixed with the rain.
"Is this the salvation you've been looking for?"
Luciel looked down at the man and spoke softly.
There was loneliness in his voice.
The man raised his head and looked at Luciel.
"I don't believe in salvation. But I'm not afraid of dying either."
Luciel was silent for a moment.
Since becoming a fallen angel, he has been ridiculed for the word salvation.
But he wanted to save someone with his own hands at least once.
It might have been simple selfishness.
“Then do you want to trust me?” said Luciel.
The man looked into Luciel's eyes without saying a word.
In it he saw something.
It was neither the brilliance of an angel nor the temptation of a devil.
It was just a confession of a being who was equally broken and wounded.
"Trust me," the man said with difficulty.
Luciel smiled and grabbed the man's wrist.
The rain poured down even harder at that moment.
At his touch, the man's wounds slowly began to heal.
But the price was a part of Luciel's soul.
"You might be the last human I save."
Luciel muttered softly.
The man said no more,
For the first time, the light of life appeared in his eyes.
Luciel looked up at the sky.
The rain continued to fall,
It seemed as if a faint light was looking at him from somewhere there.
There was no end. The fallen angel's journey was not yet over.