The wasteland of the end.

No one really knew what it used to be. Perhaps it was once a lush forest teeming with life. Maybe it was a vast ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. Or it could have just been a desert.

Either way, regardless of what it could have once been in the past, people only called it one thing now.

No Man’s Land.

After the end came, what life it could have supported was stripped away forever, leaving behind a barren area, with only rocks and the occasional remnant of human civilization populating it.

In the day, temperatures would skyrocket up to absurd degrees, with no water source that could hydrate whoever was foolish enough to venture in it. The night was more tolerable, but with a way-below-zero climate, it would still freeze anyone who wasn’t prepared in a flash.

To even cross the area, one would not only have to have had sufficient protection and resources, but also face the possibility that what awaited for them at the end of their journey could be nothing at all, except death.

In conclusion, it was a place no one would most likely be seen roaming in.

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And yet.

If one were to be in that wasteland on that day, they would have spotted a bizarre sight, one that could be considered impossible.

Two figures, walking freely without any regard for the danger of the area they were currently in.

“I hope you are sure about this.”

One of the figures was a male wearing a full-black attire, complete with a fancy suit, long pants, and dress shoes. His dull eyes were scarlet red in color, and his black hair, although unremarkably flat at the top, were slightly curled up at the sides, almost like dog ears.

“I know. I am on the right track, I’m sure.”

The other figure was a female. In contrast to the male, she was wearing a pearly white dress with no shoes. While her piercing golden eyes might have seemed intimidating to anyone who saw her, her hair seemed to indicate otherwise. Despite its unique silvery color, a single strand of it was poking out of the top of her head, twisted into a circular shape, giving her a more childish appearance.

At first glance, they would have already looked off-putting to anyone who witnessed them.

However, this was just how they looked to each other.

How other people saw them, on the other hand, was very different.

They didn’t see two people at all. They saw something that could only be described as otherworldly.

If they had to describe what the two looked like in one word each, the answer would always be the same.

“…”

“…”

This is a story about a ‘devil’ and an ‘angel’.

The two who sought to change the end.

The Apocalypse Cleaners.