This is a story about a group of very ordinary girls.
Two thousand years ago, the Pestis Disaster swept through the land, corrupting all living things and making it to difficult to live on the land. For those that still wish to live on this dead land, a temple was established. It was known as Saint Sheol of the Underworld.
With the help of a distant relative, I moved to the capital that I had longed to live in, and began work as a trainee priest at Saint Sheol.
Every day I endured pain and suffering in this unfamiliar land. On one particular day, when I was in truly dire straits, an angel appeared before me in my dreams. “Don’t worry,” she gently whispered. It was truly a vision that seemed impossible. I knew the face of that angel.
Before the looming disaster stood 6 girls. Within the deepest corner of the temple was fear, miracles, love… and lust.
Having touched the darkest darkness the world has seen, one must now face the dazzling light.
Thus I pose this question.
Whose wings did I see that day?
