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[sub][color=gray]The First Chapter! A New World?[/color][/sub]

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[indent][color=EF2F3F]“This is...”[/color] The angel brought her clipboard to her face, her eyes scanning it for information. [color=EF2F3F]“...Ah, right. Methiyl.”[/color]

The red-haired angel looked back to her charge, as she thought the best way to explain what a ‘Methiyl’ was. To the young Japanese woman she had just been in a gruesome car accident and then darkness before coming to light here. Had she been in Mako’s shoes she wondered how she would feel. The circumstances as they were did not seem ideal and the young angel was used to people knowing of her very poor bedside manner. In this case, she had every right to be. 

[color=EF2F3F]“Anyway, names Sigridelle. I’ll be handling your case.”[/color]

This is where people tended to ask the usual “My case?” when she gave them the bad news. She had seen it before over hundreds of times in the last ten thousand years. Over the years that she had been working as a handler for mortals who found themselves in this situation, guiding them as she needed to, and giving them closure. A closure that was necessary if errors happened where a mortal was not supposed to die. The rate of [i]correct[/i] successful processing of mortals was pretty high in her department but once again someone made the wrong call.   

The wind rustled, leaves sprawling in the air.

[color=EF2F3F]“You died.”[/color]






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