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Chapter 02 Part 1: "Wish Come True"
Nathaniel's Point of view
On an ordinary day in my monotonous life, I never could have imagined that an extraordinary being was destined to upend my dull and dreary existence.
In the very moment I contemplated ending it all, a mysterious young girl appeared before me. She claimed to be an angel of God. I'm not one to easily believe in such things—how could I, in a world governed by logic? Yet, what rational explanation could I muster for her vanishing before my eyes and reappearing in another corner of the room? My mind had no answers.
An angel, a fairy, or perhaps an enchantress—I wasn't sure. But despite my doubts, I felt no fear. With her striking pink hair, large expressive eyes, and anime-like attire, she didn't seem threatening. Still, I needed answers. Driven by skepticism, I pressed her about her supposed identity as an angel.
"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice a mix of shock and disbelief. "Are you saying you're a real angel?"
As before, she responded with unnerving calm, as if our conversation were the most natural thing in the world. She confirmed her claim but clarified that she wasn't like the angels people imagine—those with wings who guide souls to heaven. I studied her, noting the absence of wings and her appearance, so unlike the angelic image in my mind.
"Then why don't you have wings? And why do you look so… different from an angel?" I questioned, still incredulous.
Her brow furrowed, clearly irritated by my skepticism. She crossed her arms and leaned against the sink, her voice tinged with annoyance. "If that's how you feel, watch this. I can change my form to match what you humans think we look like."
In an instant, a shimmer of light surrounded her, like tiny stars dancing in rhythm with the sweep of her arms. A dazzling glow enveloped her, swirling like smoke that molded itself around her body. Moments later, the light faded, and a new form emerged before me.
"Holy—!"
It was all I could say, my eyes wide with awe. Right before me, she had transformed, like a scene ripped straight from an anime.
"Tada!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with confidence. "Convinced now? Do I look like an angel to you?"
The sight was so surreal I couldn't even begin to process how she did it. Something was wrong with what I was seeing. But as I stared, I realized her new form still didn't resemble a typical angel. She wore a tight, sheer outfit, with horns sprouting from her forehead, small wings, and a tail that only added to her bizarre appearance.
"That's no angel! You're a demon!" I shouted, my heart racing with shock.
In that moment, her demonic form dissolved like a bubble in a flash of light, accompanied by her boisterous laughter. "Just messing with you!" she said, barely containing her amusement. "The truth is, we're formless orbs of energy where we come from. We were created to follow God's commands, so our appearance doesn't really matter."
"We're called Divine Alphabets," she added, her tone full of assurance. She explained that she was a guide for those chosen by the Creator, which was why she stood before me now. Yet, despite her words, doubt lingered in my mind. As someone plagued by misfortune, I couldn't help but wonder—if the God she spoke of, the one worshipped by so many, was real, why had He forgotten me? Why had He ignored my countless prayers through days of endless failure?
She noticed the hesitation on my face. Looking me straight in the eye, she asked, "Yes, the God who created everything. Don't you believe in Him?"
Her expression shifted—from confidence to something more serious, almost disappointed. She let out a heavy sigh and admitted she wasn't surprised by my reaction. "You humans are so fickle," she said. "You only remember God when He grants blessings. But when you're in the midst of trials and despair, all you do is question His plan."
I winced. Her words struck a nerve. In truth, I was angry at God for the state of my life. I didn't truly hate Him, but I was frustrated that He seemed incapable of blessing me like He did others. Why wasn't He fair? Why, despite my efforts, was I always the loser while others enjoyed wealth, intelligence, and all the good things in life?
Those thoughts fueled my irritation with Koko and her judgmental tone. It's only human to feel envy, and even if she was an angel, she had no right to judge me. She didn't know me. She had no idea what I'd been through, the daily struggles I endured.
"Oh, you think I don't know you?" she suddenly said, as if reading my thoughts. In an instant, something materialized in her right hand—a golden book, shrouded in a shimmering mist that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly aura. At the same time, a monocle appeared over her eye, as if she were using it to read the mysterious tome.
The book floated before her as she scanned its pages, her gaze piercing as if judging me. "According to the Book of Life," she said, "you've done nothing noteworthy in your life. All you've accomplished are meaningless things." She bluntly declared that I was merely pretending to face my problems alone while wallowing in self-pity, believing myself to be utterly miserable.
"You know, you're kind of pathetic to watch," she added, her tone dripping with mockery. "All you've brought me is disappointment."
Her words pierced my heart like an arrow. I wasn't numb—her insults hurt. If she weren't a young girl, I might've lashed out in anger. She continued her verbal assault, sighing as she claimed she had no choice but to watch over me because I was chosen by God to be blessed. But despite her angelic title, her sharp tongue made me question her true nature and intentions.
I couldn't hold back anymore. "I don't care what you say! Did you come here just to insult me?" I shouted, my anger boiling over.
She laughed again, as if my outburst meant nothing. "Relax," she said, trying to calm me. "I'm here to give you the Sacred Book, so your life can at least become a little interesting."
I'm not a brave person, and I don't like hurting others, so I forced myself to cool down, knowing there was nothing I could do to retaliate. To me, she was just a ten-year-old girl, so the thought of harming her was unthinkable. But what was this book and blessing she kept talking about? Curiosity overpowered my anger, and instead of arguing, I decided to ask.
"Can you explain what this Sacred Book is?" I said, my voice steadier now.
She explained that the Book of Life was a divine tool that recorded every significant detail of a person's existence, from birth to death. "But honestly," she said, "it was created to make the soul keepers' jobs easier when souls arrive at their office."
I wasn't sure if she was serious or joking. Her tone was so casual, and our conversation was so bizarre. But when I thought about it, this scene felt oddly familiar—like something straight out of the anime I watched. It was so strange, almost like a prank.
"Wait a second! You said earlier you're here to grant my wishes. How exactly are you going to do that?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Is it really possible to make my wishes come true? And how far can you go?"
She didn't flinch at my question. Instead, she smiled confidently and boasted about the book's power. "I can make any possibility come true and change your fate," she declared, her voice unwavering.
We locked eyes for a moment. My mind couldn't process the idea that such a thing existed in reality—something you'd only see in fantasy films. But then her expression changed. Her smile turned mischievous, as if she were plotting something I hadn't anticipated. She stepped closer, her movements deliberate, her grin like that of a child with a wicked plan.
What she said next caught me off guard. "Don't you question God for being unfair to people?" she asked, her tone laced with a playful edge. "If I'm offering this chance to you—and not to anyone else—it's real. God doesn't look at everyone equally."
"Do you want to change that?" she added, her eyes glinting as if daring me to agree.
I froze, not just because of her words, but because of how casually she judged the God who created her. How could she say such things, as if she were some rebellious entity? But then again, I had no basis to label her as good or evil based on her words alone.
She stepped closer, her voice softening as she told me I didn't need to waste my life just to escape my problems. She stopped walking, reached out, and touched the blade of the knife I still held. In an inexplicable moment, the knife began to dissolve, like a hologram fading into nothing.
"Right now, all you need to do is accept what I'm offering," she said, her voice steady and assured.
My eyes widened as I watched the knife vanish from my hand. I looked at her, at her sharp, enigmatic smile, as if she were waiting for my next move. "Interesting, isn't it?" she said. "This is your final chance to change your life."
She stepped closer again, standing on her tiptoes to whisper to me, her smile tinged with mystery. "Mr. Nathaniel, do you want to become a god?"