No one knew his name but people called him Brian. He was there whenever someone died, clad in a black clothing with a blazing crown resting on his jet black hair. He always had this distant look in his eyes, as if he was bored of seeing someone pass away. That’s why angels had already become weary of him.
Except Wonpil.
Wonpil was an angel and he usually wandered around, spreading good deeds to people and to his fellow angels. What they didn’t know is that Wonpil and Brian had been the greatest of friends. Their camaraderie was incomparable. They lost and won battles together. Their bond was more than just closeness and willingness to lay down their lives for one another, but also in promise – one that is sworn in front of their late parents.
“Why do you always show up at the wrong time, Bri?” Wonpil asked Brian, eyes inquisitive and eyebrows furrowing in obvious concern. “You know how angels get—“
“I do my thing, Wonpil. Even if I am the most pristine person in the world, I still won’t shrug off this title. Keeping a low profile won’t change a thing. You know that. Everyone knows that.”
“But still, I personally don’t think you have to show up at every Taking. There are grim reapers who do their job. You don’t have to be such an ass about it. You look like the paranoid boss.”
“I am being an ass? Have you even seen how those angels looked at me like I’m the Devil?” Brian repeated, face smug with his left eyebrow raised to reiterate his point. “Oh, well. They’re not being the assholes, right?”
“Fine. Look. I’m sorry, okay?” Wonpil raised his hands in the air as an act of surrender. “Those angels are already brain-washed by their scaredy-cat parents about how things work downstairs.”
“Your boss must be proud, then.”