Angel Schiller returned to the Sea of Souls, where he was greeted by a guest he had long anticipated.
"Resurrection! Resurrection!"
The fairies were scrambling in panic across the Sea of Souls, running without a care for direction, their frightened voices echoing through the streets and alleyways.
Angel Schiller smiled, looking at the blood-covered Slaier.
The Deity of Lies and Tricks stood upright before him, who, not long ago, was a dead man.
"Death really feels quite unpleasant," Slaier said languidly, caressing the wounds on his chest,
"Wow, it hurts, it really hurts."
Great Angel Schiller stared at Slaier,
"Well done."
Slaier spread his hands and said with a smile,
"I've always been striving to become a true Divine."
Then, he gazed towards the Netherworld,
"This would indeed make a good tale for the scriptures, fit for my believers to see what kind of God I truly am.
That is exactly what I want."
Great Angel chewed on a sunflower seed, asking leisurely,
