What happened to Isaac?

The Voice of God told him: Xavier's death was a mistake, as were the remaining 48.

"In short, everything is hell's fault. This cholera is caused by an employee of the plague who put the virus that didn't belong to this time and place in the wrong place, but now the temporary worker who caused the trouble has now left."

"……That's it?"

"Otherwise what else do you want to hear?"

Isaac's expression ranges between shock and absurdity.He asked, "Why didn't anyone stop them? We fought like hell for Heaven—"

The voice of God interrupted him.

"What do you think gives you a holiday?" said the Voice of God, "Peace."

"..."

"We have a friendly relationship with hell now, how can we tear ourselves apart for a trivial matter?"

"Small matter? Obviously so many people died!"

"It's only about forty people. Do you know how many people will die in a human battle? Your vision is too narrow. Of course, I also know what that child means to you. I'm sorry."

"That doesn't make sense to me," said Isaac. "I don't need an apology. It's the dead who should hear an apology!"

"Don't make trouble for no reason, you can make an angel Isaac. Otherwise, you can find justice for the plague yourself," said the voice of God. "And, just like plants need a little pruning to grow healthy, humans need regular cleaning."

cleaning!Isaac was stabbed by the word.He thought of his Xavier, the little philosopher in the slums, who might appear weak and not brave enough to the general public, who might accomplish nothing, but at least he would be a good man.

The Voice of God was silent for a moment, and patted Isaac on the shoulder: "You shouldn't have too strong feelings for that child, it's wrong, you can make Isaac, you are not fair. The cleaning is random, no distinction is made between good and bad ...take it as an accident and forget about it as soon as possible."

Evidently Isaac did not accept his argument.

"How could this be?" Isaac stared at the open hand on his knee, which was empty, "...I have nothing left."

"Oh, that's the last thing to worry about. We're all like you."

The voice of God always speaks as if it has divinity, and the compassionate and solemn voice sounds very empty.

After a while, Isaac asked, "Is it possible for him... to be an angel?"

"I'm afraid not," the Voice of God said regretfully. "His resume is not competitive compared with others, and there are enough personnel in heaven recently. I don't know when the next recruiting will be. Considering the special situation, as compensation , if he is ready to reincarnate now, he will be born as a wealthy Dragon. Of course, if he asks about you, I will tell him truthfully that you work in heaven. If he is willing to wait forever, you may It may not be true that there is a chance to meet each other. However, do you think he will give up such a favorable condition for you?"

Isaac was silent.

He's not good at making choices.He neither knew nor expected human nature.Angels are usually not very smart, and he is the same. He is only good at obeying, and more often he needs someone to tell him what to do.

He thought for a long time, and said with a difficult voice: "I'm not someone who must be seen, and I don't need him to give up anything for me. If he asks about me...don't tell him too much. Let him go. "

**

That conversation with the Voice of God seemed to drain all of Isaac's energy, and after that day, there was one less angel in heaven who was going around asking what happened on earth in 1534.

Isaac shut himself in his room, doing nothing and thinking nothing, as if time stood still for him.A week later, someone pulled Isaac out of the room and sent him semi-forced to counseling.

Isaac pushed open the door and saw that the psychiatrist sitting on the sofa was none other than Judge Gast.His Adam's apple rolled, and when he was about to speak, Gast said first, "I resigned. You don't need to call me the presiding judge in the future, just Gast. Please sit down."

Isaac sat down.

Gast closed the door, sat across from Isaac, and made a pot of hot tea.She was waiting for Isaac to speak.Isaac didn't speak.He bowed his head deeply and remained silent for a long time, as if he had been condensed into a piece of amber the moment he sat down.

"...Excuse me, can I go?" Isaac asked, "I can't say anything."

Gast brushed his hair back and pointed to the monitor clipped to his ear: "Say something, Isaac. It is difficult to heal a wound without ventilation. You can tell me anything, your pain, your thoughts, All content is guaranteed not to be heard by a third person."

Isaac sighed dejectedly, clasped his hands on his knees, his knuckles turned white: "I think..."

Gast nodded encouragingly, with a fake but polite smile on his face.

"I don't think that's right."

Gast's face changed, and he subconsciously turned off the monitor: "What?"

Isaac was frightened by his expression and didn't speak.

Gast stared at him, took a moment to smile, and wiped his face, removing the false mask of a smile.He changed his sitting posture which was not proper, sank into the sofa, adjusted left and right many times, trying to make himself sit comfortably: "Oh, why am I always so unlucky? I'm already in trouble for leading you to say such things gone."

"……sorry."

"It's okay. I thought the Angels were a bunch of machines that only knew how to listen to instructions," Gast said. "But it's better to know nothing than to know."

Isaac sighed. "I think—I feel—well. I don't know how to say it."

Faced with Isaac's extremely distressed expression, Gast laughed loudly until Isaac almost became annoyed, and then said: "Don't say anything, Isaac. What you see is heaven. Here, you can find It's not true but pretend it's true. You can know everything, but don't ask, let alone question."

Isaac said, "But..."

"There's no other way but to leave," Gast said, "but there's nowhere to go. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here."

Isaac looked at him strangely.

"Let's not talk about sensitive topics, okay?" Gaster shrugged, turned on the monitor, and put on a hypocritical tone of concern, "It's great if you can figure it out, Isaac. But don't worry, and don't worry about it." Not all angels are as steadfast in their principles as cherubs, and are not affected by rumors. You angels have frequent contact with demons, and you should be more vigilant... Sigh, you are just too excited, how about granting you a vacation? "

His topic changed too quickly, and Isaac was taken aback for a moment before he said, "I have nothing to do when I'm on vacation."

"You always shut yourself in your room, don't you feel lonely?"

"Not before," said Isaac.

His words were difficult to answer.Gast was silent for a moment in embarrassment, and said: "Anyway, there is no battle to fight now, so you can rest. How about I treat you to dinner? Not today, what about tomorrow?"

In short, Isaac got a very long vacation, but it seems that it can't make up for his loss at all, because even he himself can't explain what this accident has cost him.He was just in too much pain and tiredness, but he couldn't figure out where the injury was.Isaac looked up at the ceiling, blinking his eyes very slowly, his mind went blank, and he closed his eyes to sleep, not knowing what he expected to see in his dream.

Later, when he got to know Gast very well, he realized how dangerous it was for him to ask the bottom line at that time.Although no one put him in a cell because he exceeded his authority to explore things he shouldn't know, Isaac closed himself up, and in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to have become very lazy all of a sudden.Not long after, Heaven and Hell were at war again, and on the battlefield, he became the first to die.Soon, even the demons of hell know that a perpetual motion machine in heaven is rusted, the war machine is useless, and he is old.

Am I getting old?Later, Isaac looked at himself in the mirror, and the skin had not changed for thousands of years, and there were no signs of aging.Heaven sent someone to talk to him, at first persuasive, then threatening.Then no one came, and Isaac saw the winnings in his account being deducted again and again. Soon, heaven turned him into a pauper, and he had no problem with it.

One day, he suddenly told Gast: "I can't fight anymore."

"Why?" Gast asked.

"No reason," said Isaac, "go to fucking heaven."

He left Paradise without packing anything.He went to the earth for a trip, and Gast lent him the money for the taxi.

After he left, he wandered around the world for a long time, asked many undead, visited countless cemeteries, and finally found Xavier's tomb.Other spirits in the cemetery told Isaac that the young man had been taken away, perhaps reincarnated.Hearing this news, Isaac was inevitably a little disappointed, and felt a burst of relief welling up in his heart.

He stayed a long time by Xavier's grave, hiding under the old man's kiosk when it rained, a drunken old man who would never know that an angel had stood beside him.No one knew he had been there.For the first time, the unobservable energy angel has such a strong experience of what it means to be alone.

The funny thing is that Isaac has face blindness, and in the end he couldn't remember Xavier's face.To Isaac, he is no different from thousands of blond children in the world, but love is unique.Isaac can no longer love a child purely like this, even if this child will only be someone else's son, someone else's brother, or someone else's husband; even if this child has never met him until his death.

On a rainy night, Isaac ushered in Sunday. Most of the angels enjoyed a day of rest, but Isaac did not return to where he should go.He took the elevator down to hell, kicked open the door, and asked, "Where is the plague?"

no answer.But hundreds of demons turned their heads at the same time, and smiled at Isaac who broke through the door.Isaac had a creepy feeling.The gates of hell were closed, and no one knew what happened afterwards. Since then, the powerful angel Isaac, who is always the vanguard of the battle, has never returned to the heaven.

Not long after, Heaven sent down to find Isaac.A demon jokingly picked up Isaac's long tail and shook it, saying, "He can't go back."

The angel pushed his glasses: "No one wants him to go back. I was just ordered to inform the angel... No, Succubus Isaac, from today on, any information related to heaven will be included in the confidentiality agreement."

"What's a non-disclosure agreement?" a demon asked.

"It's raining again in London," murmured Isaac.

After becoming a succubus, Isaac has been living a mediocre life at the bottom of hell, and has never asked about heaven, so he has no idea that his human child did not choose to be reincarnated as a Dragonite, but He waited for nearly a century at the soul station to apply for the position of the angel of power; he didn't even know that this once so small human kid who was snatched from under the horse's hoof would look at him condescendingly one day in the future and ask :

"Aren't you afraid of being sold to South America, devil?"