Operation Red Book

"No, no, it's not like that...it's not like that!"

Grace stood on a dry, cracked land that had been ravaged by war, with the bodies of children lying around her.

These children all opened their round eyes, which had long lost the light of life and became lifeless and out of focus. The look they gave Grace was full of fear and despair.

"You. Know. Your. Sin..."

The sound, as light as a feather, pulled Grace from the desolate land to the clouds filled with golden light.

Grace knelt in the middle of the hall, with a pair of swan-like wings on her back trembling and spreading out across several feet.

A circle of winged people in white robes surrounded them. Grace couldn't see their faces clearly, but could hear their sneering whispers.

"It was her. She killed everyone in the city..."

"How could there be such a stupid angel? She was asked to come to the world to give light, and she actually gave it all..."

"I heard that the Heavenly Father was very angry, and because of her, many people no longer believed in God..."

Grace collapsed in the clouds. Her tears had long dried up, but the lifeless eyes of the children and the blood at the corners of their mouths always weighed on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe for a long time.

"You. Know. Your. Sin."

The sonorous and powerful shout swept away all the noise and caused Grace to have tinnitus in her ears.

"I am willing to break my wings and go down to earth to atone for my sins." Grace said weakly, "For those who were killed by me..."

The severe pain hit Grace, cold sweat broke out on her head, she fell to the ground, and her whole body was shaking violently.

The wings on her back were broken off, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the wound, staining Grace's white robe.

"Hey hey hey hey! Hello!"

The vision in front of my eyes blurred, and a purple figure appeared. His tone was extremely strange, and every word he spoke was twisted and turned, which was very uncomfortable to listen to.

"My name is Raphael, are you Grace who just arrived today?"

The vision in front of me was still blurry, and I could only see the purple figure twisting and turning.

"Don't be afraid, I came here the same way. The mistake you made wasn't a mistake at all."

"I punched Gabriel and kicked Michael! Hehehe! It felt so good!"

"May I ask what my job is?"

Grace said gently, even though her voice was still a little hoarse.

"You are so gentle! You are a gentle and polite big sister! I like you!"

"The job is super super super simple! There is a death list every day. All I have to do is to collect the souls of the dead according to the list and guide them to the first level of hell. Isn't it... super! simple!"

The purple figure occupied most of Grace's vision. She blinked and just sighed helplessly.

"I'm dead? I was having a great time! I'm dead? Son of a bitch!"

An angry roar was heard, shaking off the daffodil petals on the table.

The gray-haired old man in front of him was naked, with anger in his eyes.

Grace flipped through the pamphlet she carried with her expressionless face, her voice cold.

"Daniel Cooper, 62, died at 12:24 on the evening of December 21 in Devon, the cause of death was a heart attack caused by excessive stimulation."

"Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am? I'm about to attend a palace dinner. I'm the admiral invited by the king himself... Ahem, ah——"

Before the old man could finish his words, Grace grabbed him by the throat.

Her finger joints gradually exerted strength and she lifted the old man up with one hand. The old man's neck made a "cracking" sound.

"Hello, are you Santa Claus?"

A childish voice appeared behind Grace.

Grace was startled, let go of the old man's neck, and turned to look at the 5-year-old child in front of him.

The child was holding a reindeer doll and wearing light blue silk pajamas.

He smiled at her, with cute dimples on his cheeks.