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Between sin and good, humans wander in the vaguely drawn, distant border. Lazy humans are dragged into the Hell of Sloth, while those who reject God's sincerity and help are dragged into the Hell of Pride. Those who hate the success of others and live in envy fall into the Hell of envy and jealousy, suffering there. Those who were easily angered and prone to anger are dragged into the Hell of Wrath. Greedy humans, especially thieves, fall into the Hell of Greed, where they are stripped of everything they never had, leaving them powerless. In the Hell of Gluttony, humans are punished by having to constantly consume all the food they ever ate in life. Fearing the King of Hell, they frantically shove food into their mouths, ultimately meeting death. In the Hell of Lust, they are imprisoned in an eternal prison, where they wither and die.
In this way, humans lived different lives in seven hells, facing only death. Unable to see their loved ones, they played at the feet of King Yeomra, unaware that the end was death. Doing good in hell? A dream they couldn't even dream of. Those who once tasted hell would be reincarnated as livestock in their next life, bound by an endless ring of fire. King Yeomra reveled in their suffering. In the desolate, blood-red hell of the land, humans were nothing more than King Yeomra's playthings.
3502, two more years had passed since 3500. Sujin remained at Michael's side in her saintly state, caring for the children. The role of saint, which she had embarked upon without any hesitation, proved to be far more challenging than she'd anticipated. Working alongside angels was a daunting task, Sujin thought. She hadn't expected that, suddenly, in her life as a saint, she would become so ill.
“Are you going to pray today too?”
“I should pray. I feel like I haven’t paid much attention to prayer since my mother passed away.”
“Is life as a saint still difficult?”
"It was better when I was just a normal human being."
Perhaps worried about Soojin's struggles, Yeonjun hovered around her, helping her pray. He believed that if the saint's prayers reached heaven, God's grace would reach humanity, and the ultimate outcome would be happiness. A few days after Soojin's prayer, the hunting season for the demon's minions, which had been quiet for a while, began. Yeonjun, now busier, was now solely responsible for protecting Soojin, the saint, and rescuing his fellow angels.
As the dark sky descended, turning the once blue sky black, the angels, including Yeonjun, each armed with their own weapons, awaited the arrival of the demons. With Yeonjun leading the legions of angels as usual, the war between good and evil began in earnest. Sujin prayed amidst the ear-piercing sounds of sharp swords and Beomgyu's protection, relying solely on Beomgyu for all she could do in a safe place. As the pungent smell of blood turned the human world upside down, a bloody wind blew. The bloodstains left all over the village testified to the horrors of war, and one by one, the angels in Yeonjun's legion perished, their wings torn and broken, losing their function.
Screams heard here and there tormented Soojin, and Minnie, who was trampled by Soojin's sight, immediately realized that Soojin was a saint. Beomgyu, who was guarding the saint, was naturally proven to be an angel, and Minnie quickly began to think about how to safely rescue Beomgyu and Soojin. Yeonjun, who had been injured for the first time during the war, straightened his trembling fingertips and placed the tip of the blade on the ground, supporting himself on the back of the sword, and stood up. And before his eyes, the devil, who had been grinning bitterly as if he had guessed victory, strangled Soojin's neck with one touch.