Half-step Purgatory

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.
Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?
Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.
Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.
And the madness.

Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Standing in front of Hoffman Monastery in Carterburg, the man who donned his cloak's hood smiled and nodded gently at the opening gate and the terrified Church followers behind it.


Like he was encouraging them, and also comforting them, he pulled back his hood to reveal an ordinary smile. "Where is Colin, that child."


"Recently, Bishop Colin has been presiding over work at the Church; the old Bishop has retired... Sir, what brings you here?" said the lady at the door who was welcoming the visitor, with a hint of panic on her face, cautiously asking the deity in front of her.


"I'm here to see a child who is very ill and doesn't have much time left," said the Nameless standing before the mortals.


"Do you mean... that child called Susu?" Being the manager of the monastery, the lady quickly identified the child mentioned by the deity amongst those living in the monastery.


"Yes, her," the deity said, looking at the lady, "May I see her?"


Section 554: If Fate Has Shackles