The Angel's Last Mission

Long before Earth was created, there was a sacred place called the Hemenstrial Realm. It was a beautiful and peaceful world where the Gods lived. From there, they watched over everything—life, love, and death. Their duty was to keep the world in balance, to make sure everything happened in the right way and at the right time. In the center of Hemenstrial was a holy book called the Liber of Fatum, also known as the Book of Fate. Inside it were the stories of every human life—when they would be born, who they would love, and when they would die. Nothing was left unwritten. Vyqxuz, the powerful God of Life, guided every person from the moment they were born. He made sure each life followed its proper path, keeping the balance of the world. Naderus, the gentle God of Love, protected the hearts of humans. He helped people understand love—how to feel it, how to give it, and how to hold on to it. Hegual, the God of Death, watched over every soul that left the world. He made sure they were cleansed and ready to enter a sacred place called Sereces. Sereces was a peaceful sanctuary where souls lived after death. There was no pain, no suffering—only calm and happiness. It was like a second life, free from all the hardships of the world. The Gods were not alone. They were surrounded by angels, each one given a special task to help watch over humans. But there was one strict rule: angels were not allowed to go down to Earth or interfere with human lives. Instead, they used a magical object called the Mirror of Life. Through it, they could see everything happening in the human world. They watched quietly, making sure each life followed what was written in the Liber of Fatum. Among all the angels, only one was allowed to step into the human world—Quezar, the Angel of Death. His duty was to gather the souls of those who had died and bring them back to Hemenstrial, where Vyqxuz would prepare them for Sereces. Naderus also had a special angel named Anyah. Her task was to guard the Book of Love. She checked every name written in it, making sure that the people meant for each other would one day meet. But Anyah was not like the other angels. She was cheerful, curious, and playful. She always got into trouble because of her being mischevous. This made her a constant problem for Widofrie, Naderus’s most trusted servant and the guardian of all angels. Anyah loved watching humans through the Mirror of Life. She was amazed by how they lived, how they loved, and how they struggled. The more she watched, the more she felt connected to them. Because angels, like humans, also had emotions. One day, as she watched the Mirror of Life, tears fell from her eyes. The people she was watching were not happy. Their lives were filled with pain. In the mirror, she saw a couple—Stacey and Pierce. They were deeply in love. When they found out Stacey was pregnant, their happiness grew even more. Pierce took great care of her, always by her side, always making sure she was safe and comfortable. But Stacey carried a secret. Her heart was weak, and her pregnancy was dangerous. She knew that giving birth could cost her life. Still, she chose to continue, because she wanted to give Pierce the child he had always dreamed of. When the time came, Pierce faced the hardest choice of his life—save his wife or save their child. He couldn’t decide. In the end, he followed Stacey’s wish. He chose the child. Stacey died while giving birth, and their baby boy survived. Pierce named him David—a living reminder of the love and sacrifice that brought him into the world. But life was not easy after that. Pierce struggled to raise David alone. Every time he looked at his son, he was reminded of the woman he had lost. The pain never left him. Slowly, he changed. The kind and loving man he once was became cold and distant. He grew strict and hard, feared by the people around him. To others, he looked strong and unbreakable. But at night, when he was alone, he cried. He cried for Stacey. He cried for the life he had lost. And deep inside, he blamed the world for his suffering. Back in Hemenstrial, Anyah watched everything. Her tears continued to fall. “Why are you crying?” Widofrie asked softly. He stepped closer to Anyah, who stood before the glowing Mirror of Life. Inside the mirror, the world of humans moved like a quiet story. But instead of watching it with joy, Anyah—the angel of love—was wiping tears from her cheeks. Widofrie frowned. He had never seen her like this before. Anyah quickly turned away and rubbed her eyes. “Crying? Me? Of course not!” she said, forcing a small laugh. “Someone must be cutting onions. That’s why my eyes hurt.” Widofrie crossed his arms and shook his head. “Onions? In Hemenstrial? Do you really expect me to believe that?” Anyah stayed quiet. Widofrie sighed and looked at her more carefully. “You’ve been watching humans too much again, haven’t you? You’re starting to act like them. I told you before—stop watching Pierce Croft’s life. He is not part of your duty.” Anyah looked back at the mirror. Inside it, a man named Pierce sat alone in a quiet house. “But… why can’t we help him?” she asked gently. “Why can’t we find someone new for him to love? He’s been alone for so long.” Widofrie’s voice became calm but firm. “Because we cannot change human destiny. Everything follows the Liber of Fatum. Love comes when it is written.” Anyah turned toward a floating book beside her—the Book of Love. One page remained blank. It's Pierce’s page. “I’ve been waiting for six years,” she whispered. “But no name has appeared.” Widofrie stepped closer to the mirror and raised his hand. The image inside began to move quickly, showing years passing in moments. People came and went from Pierce’s life—smiling, talking, laughing—but none stayed. “Do you see?” Widofrie said quietly. “Many have crossed his path. But none were meant for him. The one who belongs to him… is still somewhere else.” Anyah’s shoulders dropped. She gently kicked her foot against the shining floor like a sad child. “Then how will I know when love finally comes for him?” she asked. “You don’t need to know,” Widofrie replied. “It will happen when the time is right.” Then his tone suddenly changed. “And you,” he added, pointing at her, “should stop treating human lives like a drama series. You have many souls to watch over. If Lord Naderus hears about this, you’ll be in serious trouble.” Anyah’s eyes widened. Then she slowly smiled. “Drama series, huh?” she said, tilting her head. “That sounds like something you would know about too.” Widofrie blinked. “W-what?” “Come on,” Anyah teased. “You’ve been watching too, haven’t you? How else would you know what a drama series is?” Widofrie scratched his head, suddenly unsure of what to say. “That’s… not the point!” he said quickly. “Just go back to your duties. The angels are singing at the pavillion. Join them.” Anyah made a face. “You know I’m bad at singing. I ruin everything when I try.” Widofrie chuckled. “That’s true. You’re the only angel that can't sing, and when you do it causes rain.” Anyah smiled proudly. “Maybe that’s because I’m not a real angel. Maybe… I’m human.” Widofrie looked at her in a serious face again. “Is that what you want? To be human?” She shook her head, she looked unsure. “No… it’s just that… I feel different. That’s all.” Widofrie sighed deeply. “Different? You’re more than different. You are the most troublesome angel I’ve ever known.” He pointed toward the door. “Now go.” Anyah pouted but finally turned around. “Fine! I’ll go!” As she walked away, she stomped her feet like a stubborn child, leaving the palace behind. Widofrie watched her leave and shook his head. “What am I going to do with her…” he muttered. A few minutes later, the bright sky above Hemenstrial began to darken. Widofrie looked up. “Oh no…” Far away, at the center of the heavens, Anyah had started to sing. Thunder rumbled. Rain clouds gathered quickly. Widofrie ran outside in panic. “Not again!” He raised his arms and began to move, dancing under the dark sky while whispering urgent prayers to the Great God. “Please… stop the rain… just this once…” But the clouds only grew heavier. Because somewhere in the heavens, the angel who could not sing… was singing her heart out.