They called it Heaven Magrichela — a realm where only kindness could take root, and happiness bloomed as endlessly as the seasons. Here, emerald forests stretched beyond sight, the air shimmered with light, and beauty itself seemed alive. Words were too small to capture its glory. Its people, known as the Angel's Colony, carried a grace that turned every corner into a living masterpiece.
But Magrichela was not without order. The vast heaven was divided into eight great sectors, each ruled by four leaders, forming sixteen governing groups. They guarded the sacred principles, ensuring that peace was not just a dream, but a way of life. And peace reigned so perfectly… that even Hell envied it.
From the depths of that Hell, a ruler named Pavathian watched who was an immortal. His hunger for power was endless, his will to dominate unshakable. At his side stood two right-hand warriors — and among them, the most feared of all: Golka, a monster of unmatched strength, cursed and blessed with the ability to take the form of an angel.
Yet, Pavathian had a fatal flaw. His demonic presence was bound by an ancient seal that barred him from setting foot in Heaven. But the seal could not stop his ambition. With venom in his thoughts, he forged a plan — a plan as sharp as a dagger's edge.
If he could not enter Heaven himself, he would send his deadliest weapon instead.
And so, Golka's journey to Heaven began…
Golka — the deadliest weapon of Pavathian — had traded her monstrous form for the delicate features of an angel. Her beauty was disarming, her expression pure and innocent. It was the perfect mask for the perfect lie.
According to her plan, she staged her own capture, appearing as a helpless prisoner in the claws of a demonic raiding party. When a group of high-ranking angelic soldiers ventured into the outskirts of Hell for a scouting mission, they found her bound and pleading for mercy.
Unaware of the darkness behind her eyes, they rescued her. Golka smiled inwardly — her plan was unfolding exactly as she had imagined.
But in Magrichela, even the rescued were not free from scrutiny. The soldiers followed strict procedure, escorting Golka to the High Court. It was there that she first laid eyes on Angurich — an elder of immense wisdom… but blind to the cunning of demons.
With a single glance, Angurich's suspicion dissolved. He saw only a fragile angel wronged by fate, her beauty veiling the storm beneath. And so, he made his decision. Golka would be sent to the North — a land of poverty, the starting ground for many young angels.
In the North, fledgling angels trained for their debut into society, guided by the region's governors, known collectively as V.M.S.B.A.K. Since Golka was far older than the young recruits, she was placed not as a student… but as a teacher, woven into the very system she had come to destroy.
And with that, the fox had entered the henhouse.