The registrar eyed the tall man standing before her desk—impatient, cold, and impressive in a dangerous way. She adjusted her glasses, muttering something about unfair shift hours.
“So... is this The Second Birth organization or not?” asked the client, his tone clipped.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, composing herself. “Orion... was it? Yes, you’re in the right place. But I’m afraid the timing isn’t.”
Orion clenched his jaw. “What do you mean?”
The registrar forced a smile. “May I ask what the hell you seven fallen angels have been doing for the past ten years? When an outcast is out there, it’s our duty to find them and settle them down. I’m sure someone from our organization tried to contact you—but you ignored them, didn’t you?”
Orion didn’t respond. His arms remained tightly crossed, his gaze fixed. A moment of silence passed. A muscle in the registrar’s jaw twitched as she waited, nerves creeping in.
“So that’s how it is,” Orion murmured, almost to himself. “Was that creepy demon with the even creepier pet one of your agents?”
The registrar paled. “What did you—”
“He was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. I made him regret it. It’s none of your business why my brothers and I are here—especially not a dirty demon who thinks our arrangement is ‘suspicious’ or whatever.”
The registrar shot to her feet, her chair slamming into the wall behind her. “A dirty demon?” Her eyes flashed red with fury. “Who do you think you are? Still an angel? You’re nothing now! Demons at least have something to offer—powers that matter. You don’t even have your wings anymore!”
She slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing what she’d said.
Orion didn’t move. He didn’t blink.
Still as a statue.
Despite his frozen expression, her words struck something deep.
You don’t even have your wings anymore.
You are nothing.
So this was it.
He was still playing with him.
Still showing him he was nothing without his Father’s blessing.
“S-sorry...” the registrar began, but Orion cut her off.
“I need those ID cards and background stories. As soon as possible.”
Then he turned and left.
The registrar exhaled sharply and dropped into her chair—only to miss it entirely and land on the floor.
...****************...
One week later, when a creepy raven appeared behind Orion’s bedroom window, he didn’t blind it immediately.
Instead, he calmly opened the window, took the note from its beak, and only then strangled the creature and tossed it into the forest.
“The documents of the Seven Fallen Angels are ready.
Please visit the Second Identity Office within two days of receiving this note.
The presence of all clients is required.
P.S. If you ignore this message, the consequences will be highly strict.”
Orion took a deep breath.
Finally, the first step had been taken.
After years of living like rats, they could finally stand out without fear.
He hadn’t wanted help from demons or other lowly creatures. He hadn’t wanted to be visible in this world, to leave any trace of their existence on Earth. But he had no choice.
His brothers wanted more.
And so did he.
He needed to be someone.
“Guys? It’s time to get our new identities,” Orion announced as he descended the stairs.
Somnus’s head shot up from the pillow on the couch. “Really? Right now?”
For the first time in years, his face lit up. His silver eyes gleamed with hope.
Orion had grown used to Somnus’s sleepy expression since they lost their grace. But now, he remembered how much he missed the old Somnus—kind eyes, gentle words.
“Orion?”
He blinked. “Yes. Now. Get ready. Tell the others too.”
“Yay!” Somnus jumped up and ran to the room he shared with Caelum, then darted to the kitchen to find him.
“Get out of the way, big brother!!”
Orion turned just in time to see Elior sliding down the handrail. He leaned against the wall to give him space.
“Where did you learn that?” Orion muttered.
Elior landed safely, grinning. “Hey, do they give us money and a new house along with the new identities?”
“Take your head out of the clouds, Elior. They’re only making us officially human so they can feel safe—and keep an eye on us.”
Elior’s shoulders slumped, but he bounced back quickly and ran off to get ready.
From upstairs, Orion heard Ignatius shouting something about destroying the entire organization if his new name turned out to be stupid.
Everyone was excited. Nervous.
But Orion noticed something was off.
Silence.
From someone who was never silent.
“Aiden?” Orion called from behind the bedroom door.
Kaito opened it. “I’m almost ready, but I can’t find those shoes you bought me—the blue sneakers.”
“Where’s Aiden?”
Kaito shrugged. “Haven’t seen him since lunch. We argued about his long baths, and then he left.”
“He’s not around.” A hint of concern crept into Orion’s voice. “He can’t be outside alone.”
Kaito frowned. “Maybe he went to bury my sneakers for revenge.”
Orion stepped outside to check the area.
Maybe he didn’t have his wings, but he could sense his brothers’ fragrance from miles away.
Not this time.
No trace. No scent. No Aiden.
“Orion!”
He turned. Kaito was running toward him.
A few seconds later, he was standing in front of him, holding a pair of worn-out white sneakers.
Aiden’s sneakers.
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Karpet tempur
This book has me hooked. Hooked I tell you! Keep up the good work, Author.
2025-10-02
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