I Woke Up as an Angel

[Two male leads] Contains mild BL elements, so please be warned! The first volume is in first person, the second in third person. Everyone is yandere.

I am vain and hypocritical. Whenever I face angels of my own rank, with two wings, my smile is always followed by disdain.

I am obsequious and skilled at flattering high-ranking angels with pretty words.

I am ungrateful. Once the archangel who raised me to six wings was of no further use, I couldn't even be bothered to spare him a glance.

I am treacherous. My friends are nothing but sources of emotional support, and after reaching a position of power, I cast aside every lofty ambition I once held.

God said I possessed none of the seven virtues.

I said that as long as I was happy, everyone else's suffering was worth it.

Michael asked whether all these bad habits of mine were just a facade.

With tears in my eyes, I clung to his arm and told him my troubles, smiling when he couldn't see my face.

When I opened my eyes, I had become Enoch, the lowest-ranking two-winged angel in Heaven.

As an outlier with a human soul, I couldn't hide the ambition in my bones. Belger had transformed into a four-winged angel through divine grace, while I remained trapped, unable to advance beyond the Third Heaven.

I ingratiated myself with the archangel Hania, schemed against Raphael, gentle as the wind, and even engaged in a covert struggle with Beelzebub before his fall. He said I was just like Michael, always looking up at the stars above. But I couldn't understand why angels considered aspiring to the clouds an act of “usurpation.”

Who would willingly spend eternity looking up?

When Lucifel's rebel banner tore through the Seven Heavens and Michael's sword pierced the Deputy of Heaven, I glimpsed the truth amid the war of blood and fire. God had woven my name into the laws of creation long ago.