Castiel is a man of few words. 
He prefers to stay quiet, and hates loud noises. 
He is a man blessed with a mysterious halo. 
His family is noble and rich.
His business is booming and successful. 
He is also handsome and Charismatic, 
Truly the son of heaven. 


but Something went wrong. 
He suddenly died. He was stabbed. Then died.



However, There's no heaven nor hell. Just a vast darkness stretching far beyond he could see. 


Filled with confusion, Castiel cursed. Dying Wasn't Enough? 

He remained at limbo. Stuck and unable to reincarnate. Then, he suddenly heard a mechanical voice in his head.


[I am System 25, also known as Guardian 
System. Congratulations to host for binding
to this System. Please, be the guardian of
those who were oppressed and unjustly
punished. Save the true son of heaven, and punish those who seeks death. 
Prepare yourself, 


Host. Launching in 3...2...1...]

When I Laid My Eyes on You

Walking back towards the others seemed a harder task to accomplish than fighting mutants and nightwalkers. Martin felt like they're walking so slow, feeling like it's been hours since they've left after the fight. 


As he walked, his back is ramrod straight, his muscles tense and his sapphire gaze followed the back of the person walking ahead silently. His lips pursed, his hands clenched holding the gun-emptied bullets. His dagger sheathed back to its holster around his thigh. 


What can he say to ease the tensed atmosphere? Should he apologize? Although he was happy to be taken cared of and be the cause of the man's worry, deep inside, he felt some grievances. 


Arc 1: Chapter 29