Russel had a complicated look on his face as he frowned at the scene. The man appeared dead or that was what Russel concluded. The detective wore the same outfit as the day before. His skin was pale, and his brown caramel eyes were dark and lifeless. His body was beside a trash can and Russel slowly approached the body with a sense of guilt.

Kneeling down, he glanced at the young lifeless man with pity in his eyes. "I should have checked on him. Was he tailed? Did someone wish to hurt him making him stressed?" He murmured, feeling ill. Looking at the body up and down he shook his head as he stood back up.

Going back to the road, he saw a Guardian wearing a blue outfit. She had three angel symbols on her upper left arm, long brunette hair, and brown eyes. Beside her was a man with long dark hair. He had a tall build and slender frame. Three angels were on his upper right arm. The left arm was for the women, and the right arm was for the men. Seeing this, Russel immediately headed over to them, which was patrolling the road.

The woman which appeared young looked at Russel before asking him in a soft voice. "Sir, what can I help you with? Sorry but we are very busy…" Russel frowned before shaking his head.

"This is a very serious matter. I found a person's lifeless body."

The light on the woman's face burnt out as she glared at her co-worker who had a surprised look. Russel signaled to follow him which they did. Heading towards the alleyway they saw the lifeless body of Louis Wright. As the Guardians saw this scene, they looked at each other in silence. The woman grabbed a device that resembled an old telephone. She took a deep breath as she clicked on a black button.

"Protocol Five. Serious Alert. Need backup, send The Civil Field on the job."

Russel didn't answer and took his hat further down. "I will take my leave then." He spoke. The Guardian man looked at him and nodded before checking upon the body. Russel headed towards the road the led to White Palace. He felt a sense of strangeness.

That detective yesterday and every day before that… I knew I should've trusted my gut feeling. I should have checked on him or made someone check on him! Perhaps this is my fault.

Russel was deep in thought as he began picking up his pace. He saw a black carriage and called upon it. Usually, people would drive automobiles or take the steampunk train, however, carriages were like busses. Easier available and cheaper for some people. Steampunk trains would take a lot of money. One could opt for a normal tram, however, those seemed to appear every thirty minutes making it difficult to travel where you want to go exactly when you want to go.

After paying four pence, Russel sat in the back with a few others. He glared outside for a moment as the music seemed to get louder and louder near the White Palace. He felt a sense of security knowing that Theo's spirit or remains are inside the building making it a holy building.

People pray to five orthodox gods, firstly we have Saturn the Celestial Cosmos God. She was a goddess that would bestow her wisdom and help to whoever prayed for her. Dracula The Vampire God, was a cold god who did not seem to care about his followers. However, whoever followed him gained supernatural strength, speed, and enhanced senses. This would not have any consequences like the usual vampire. Being sunlight.

The next one was called Nebula the Sky God. He was a god that would destroy anything and was deemed to be the cruelest god. The only records of people following him are inside the winter continent. Of course, one could say that he was an unorthodox god, but every god and goddess follows their respective continents.

Fourthly, Mother Earth. She was a goddess who healed and fixed people's issues. Mentally and physically. She lacked the means of combat-style power; however, she was deemed to be pure therefore there was no need for combat.

Lastly, Mob the Unknown God. He was a god that bestowed nothing to his followers. However, it seems that whenever a follower tries to find too much about him, they disappear and become uncontrollable. Therefore, he had a very small following base. He is still deemed an orthodox god because of the Southern Continent's love for him.

There were many unorthodox gods, for example, Theo the White Angel. His name Angel was the reason people doubted him as a god. Perhaps a few years more he would become an official god in the Eastern Continent and take over Mother Earth!

"It is a pity," Russel muttered as he glanced at the symbols across the road. They were painted on light bulbs, carriages, and so on. A green tree is the symbol followed by a blue moon behind it. Blue moons were a part of every symbol for each God and Goddess. The moon was a gift from the lost god known as Wither.

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The carriage came to a halt as Russel got out of it. He felt the warm air hitting his face making him feel relaxed. Glancing behind him he could see the road bent slightly upwards making him look at the people walking towards the building with a sense of power. He shook his head and looked at the palace.

It was an insane building. A palace embedded with white marble, it had various designs on it and a large symbol in the middle of Mother Earth. Russel looked at it with a slight smile before he walked inside the huge door that was open. Inside a yellowish light could be seen spreading across the lobby. Hundreds of people were gathered here. Russel with a complicated look found himself on a cozy couch as he sat down. After tens of minutes, the door closed in a loud manner.

Russel woke up and realized he was drooling. Feeling embarrassed, he pulled his hat further down as he glanced at the empty lobby. The ceremony must have already started! "O, forgive me, White Angel!"

He picked up his pace and opened a black door. Seeing inside he could see hundreds of tables and many people sitting down with their families or friends. Everyone glanced at Russel as he closed the door in an anxious manner. He headed quickly towards one of the empty tables as he sat down. Sitting down he looked at the stage where a man wearing long clothing stood. He looked at Russel before continuing his speech.

"He bestowed everything good to us. White Angel must be a gift from Mother Earth, may the goddess bless each and every one of us!" He said as people signaled the symbol on their chest before shouting out at the same time. May the goddess bless us!

Russel did not do this as he was not a follower of any of them. Ever since he was young, he wanted powers, healing, and so on. But forcing yourself to follow such religion because of mere dreams was never his intention as such he never followed any religion. He had only respect for the White Angel as he had met him when he was younger.

White Angel had messy white hair. Golden eyes and soft skin. He smiled always and looked like the protagonist of every story. Russel deeply respected him, but never once did he have a thought of following him if he was deemed a god.

Feeling restless, Russel looked at his pocket watch before the ceremony came to an end. He got up and headed towards his home faster than usual. He wanted to see if the Guardians had fixed this issue with a dead detective in the alleyway right beside his house.

He took a carriage back home and jumped off on 2nd Benzo Street. Walking along the road he headed towards the alleyway which now had a stop sign. A few people were gathered around there, and Russel could see another detective kneeling down looking at the corpse. The Guardians from before were talking to their superior with four angel symbols on his right arm.

Russel clenched his cane as he massaged his temples. He felt slightly nauseous, and he shook his head before heading towards his house.

…

The tycoon wore a dark coat and white shirt. A smaller hat than yesterday and a silver-wood cane. He put on a monocle as he began walking towards his business. Although he had finished the ceremony he still had to work on the Light Festival. It was a pity but worth seeing how much he earns each week.

Grover Kerran began walking towards his house as he glanced at his golden pocket watch. His footsteps were becoming heavier, and the streets began emptying. The wind howled as Grover continued walking. He felt slightly nauseous for some reason as he was walking. Massaging his forehead, he let out a sigh.

"Is it because I work too much?" Kerran shook his head in a rather good mood as he laughed it off. His vision however became disoriented and distant. It became blurry and he fell to a wall.

He was sweating abnormally as he touched his forehead. Kerran felt the worst sickness he had ever experienced in his life for no reason. As he began breathing heavily a Guardian on duty was passing beside him and quickly went over to him.

"S-sir? Are you okay?" The voice of the Guardian felt distant. Kerran looked at him with dark eyes. His usual deep blue eyes turned into a dark color. The Guardian was taken aback as he took a few steps back looking at Kerran in shock.

What is this? A curse? A spell? I-I feel off… As his body was slowly dying, he heard a loud voice echoing in his head. Touching his forehead Kerran listened carefully.

"Grover Kerran. Your lifespan has run out. This is your natural death, murdered." A deep chilling voice said as it echoed inside Kerran's head. Kerran began shaking his head, feeling worse than before. He couldn't explain what in the world was happening to him!

"Initiating the first protocol. You will be sent to the facility." The voice said once more as Kerran fell to the ground not breathing anymore.

…

Russel was sitting on his couch looking at a book. He was reading carefully as the sounds of footsteps were heard outside. Heading towards the window he drew the curtain and saw a bulky man on the ground lifeless. Guardians and people were surrounding him trying to wake him up. Russel fell backward as he was in shock at the scene.

His eyes were trembling and his wife walked over to him looking at him in surprise. Russel touched his forehead which was awfully warm at this point and as his wife's distant voice spoke up it was blocked by another. Hearing a loud voice in his head he listened carefully unconsciously.

"Russel Atkins. Your lifespan has run out." A deep chilling voice said. Russel's vision got blurry and every other voice except the one in his head was distant. Russel tried to get a hold of himself but struggled deeply. His vision felt even worse as it began to blacken.

"Initiating the first protocol. You will be sent to the facility."