“Hoo…” Rowen rested his chin on his hand and sighed. Empty coffee cans rolled around him. How long had it been since he last slept? He couldn’t remember. Blackened handprints marked the keys of his keyboard. “Is this… a slump?” He picked up a can of coffee and muttered. Lately, his work wasn’t going well.…

A package arrived. It came from a foreign land. Perhaps because of the long journey, the box that held its contents was crushed and torn in several places. Aiden placed it on the coffee table. He gently ran his hand across it. ‘You’re a fool, Han-gyeol.’ With a faint smile, Aiden thought. ‘To have ended…

[The Constellation ‘Love Born with Bubbles’ intervenes in your thoughts.] [How strange.] [That you would come all this way, just to meet my contractor.] The voice echoed in the mind of the ‘Mother Ever Ablaze’. A voice as smooth as raindrops sliding down a windowpane—soft, gentle. It was none other than ‘Love Born with Bubbles’.…

Gangnam Art Hall. We stepped onto the stage right on schedule. Waaaah―!! My head spun for a moment. Though the venue was far smaller than a concert hall, the intensity of the cheers felt far more concentrated. Right alongside it came the sound of cameras clicking from all directions. We shouted brightly in unison. “Hello!…

Early dawn, Christmas Day. <Shall we take a short break?> Descending onto a quiet spot, the Archangel Who Cast Down the King of Hell suggested calmly. The wings that had bloomed on his back faded gently. Madojin landed behind his mentor and lifted his head to the sky. How far had they come? He thought absentmindedly. Everything…

Christmas passed in the blink of an eye. I hadn’t expected much from the beginning. One day off wasn’t nearly enough to shake off the exhaustion. We’d prepared an indulgent feast, but most of it was left uneaten. Maybe it was because we’d skipped too many meals lately—everyone’s appetite, including mine, had dwindled. <But what’s…

Heaven is infinite white. If Hell is a mire, then Heaven is close to a void. Angels with white wings soar in formation. Their spears point toward the “Star Hated by All,” the one who once stood directly beneath the “Savior Who Is One and All.” <Why?> The “Archangel Who Cast Down the King of…

“Honestly, I thought we wouldn’t get any rest until sometime next year…” Han Iro said while fiddling with a star-shaped ornament for the tree. “…But here we are, resting on Christmas Eve. Did the Constellations help us out?” Technically, they did. It was thanks to Mika cutting them some slack. But I couldn’t tell Han…

[Shall we talk, Noeul?] [The Constellation ‘Traveler from Asteroid B-612’ expresses curiosity.] [Why did ‘The Star Hated by All’ share the information that the Demon God is alive with me?] “Hmm….” Jeong Noeul scratched the back of her neck. After an endlessly packed schedule finally settled down, some breathing room came just in time for…

<I’ll need to go see your main body soon.> The Star said to the Bearer of the Cursed Grail. <I’ll have to dig through the memory storage housed there.> [You’re hoping to inspect my neural circuits to find an image of the Demon God, I presume. You’re welcome anytime. It gets lonely this deep underground.]…