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This naive angel wants her to go back to heaven. And she wants his head.

The darkness caressed her like a lover.

“I am you,” he repeated.

“Then your name is the devil,” Alais recalled Michael calling her.

The gloom fell silent for a moment.

“What can I do to make you believe that you and I are one?” After a pause, he asked softly.

“Destroy the heavens!”

“I am not strong enough yet.”

“Then don’t bother! We’ll speak when you are strong enough.”

“I could gather strength. There’s a lot of potential in this land. It needs people. Lure more people into the wilderness. I’ll take their lives and make me stronger.”

“If you have anything in common with me, you must deal with everything on your own, as I do after a defeat.”

Surviving was difficult. Alais was torn by a longing for the celestial sphere. The desert full of gold in front of her, though it looked fabulous, couldn’t take away the nostalgia. The sandy plain seemed like the back of a huge giant. It seemed as if it was about to rise from the sands. The darkness seemed like a giant, too. He hovered around Alais, fawning over her, and then suddenly disappeared. With him gone, Alais sighed more freely.