[My name is Lucia—an Archangel. Once, I stood at the pinnacle of the celestial hierarchy. I was at the top of the chain. God Himself appointed me as His right hand. But one day, everything changed.]
— What's this?...
[There it lay before my eyes—the truth of humanity. Made in the image of our God, made to be perfect? And yet, the sheer darkness they harbor is sickening. Their malice is like a poisonous branch that must be cut away.]
[I needed to act—and quickly. I would storm into God's presence and reveal the revelation. I would expose the poison spreading through the tree He Himself had planted.]
[I rushed to God's altar, prepared to show Him everything I had seen. But He only met me with a gentle smile—and a deep, patient explanation.]
— My dear Lucia, you have only looked at the darkness. I do not believe humanity is a lost cause, as you say. Yes, humanity can be cruel. Yes, they can be treacherous, devious, evil, and cunning. But what sets them apart is their conscience. Humans, unlike animals, possess the capacity for kindness, humility, and honor. That is the side you have chosen to ignore, my dear right hand.
[Hearing His words, I was stunned. This can't be. God is wiser than this—why is He being so naive? So faithful to them? Aren't I His right hand? More important than those mortals?]
— But my Lord! Humanity's malice will only continue to spread within the kingdom You've created! So why place such faith in those cretins?
[God only laughed, as if I were a child rambling in confusion. I couldn't believe it. Am I less important than humans? Am I not the Morning Star? Am I not His right hand? But here I am—my own Creator laughing at me, as if I were some spoiled child. Why... why does it hurt?]
— Oh, my dear Lucia... If there is evil, then virtue will rise. And if there is no evil, then virtue has no meaning. You must understand: good and bad must balance the world I have created. Without bad, there is no good. Without good, there is no bad. One day, perhaps, you will come to understand... the capacity for humanity's kindness. But for now, I see you are still a child—one who has much to learn. That is why I am appointing you to a new duty.
[I can't believe it. I'm His right hand. I am the Morning Star! I'm supposed to be the one He listens to! But to Him... I'm just a child. Am I truly worth less than those damn cretins? But for now... I must listen. I have no choice.]
— My Lord... what would You have me do?
— My dear Lucia, I hereby appoint you to oversee humanity's progress. You will watch them closely. You will learn, and you will mature. For now, I dismiss you from your position as my right hand, until you understand why my faith in them remains. Is that understood?
[This must be a joke. What's happening? Me—a high archangel—forced to watch over humanity? Aren't we angels supposed to be above them? Why does God see me as a spoiled child in need of punishment? But with a heavy sigh, I accept my duty.]
— Understood, my God... I shall do as You command.
— Good girl, Lucia. You are now dismissed.
[As I walked away from the altar, something stirred inside me. Anger? Distrust? Maybe both. But one thing was certain: the perfect image I had of God was shattered before my very eyes.]
[God—the One who created me, the One I revered since my conception—is a naive fool. Blind to humanity's hatred and malice. This can't be. I should feel safe with Him. I should be faithful. But now, all I feel is seething doubt.]
[But for now, I will obey. I will do as He commands. I am just an angel. He... is God, after all.]