In the Heaven realm, a paradise of eternal happiness, two figures walked in silence. The rivers flowed, the trees bore shinning fruit, and the air was filled with a gentle, perfect warmth. It was a flawless, beautiful, and somewhat empty world.
"It's quiet," Gaia, the demigoddess of life, whispered, her voice the only sound in the large realm.
"It's dead," Uranus, her other-half, replied, his voice a low, frustrated growl. He kicked a pebble, sending it skipping across a glass-like pond.
"Master's Nine Lives blessing… it's a miracle for them, but it's a curse for us. Not a single soul has arrived in Heaven in a century. Cerberus is still busy, I suppose; the wicked always find a way to sin, but us? We are… useless."
