https://estar.jp/pictures/26599684 God does not answer. Angels remain silent. And yet some souls still refuse to stop praying. There is a demon who hears them before anyone else. His name is Hail—three horns upon his brow, wings blacker than night, and a left hand capable of crushing a soul itself. He has no interest in souls that fall on their own. He watches those who suffer, grieve, doubt, and yet refuse to surrender the last light within themselves. Camilla. Jeanne. Miriam. Lilith. And the buried memory of the human child once called Chris. What does it truly mean to fall? What is forgiveness when God forgives but never answers? If a demon’s acknowledgment gives a soul back its shape, is that corruption—or salvation? A dark fantasy of prayer, forgiveness, demons, angels, and souls that refuse to disappear.