Are there really angels in the world, and am I a candidate for one? It feels like I'm in a dream. But, shouldn't being an angel be a very glorious and happy thing? Then why do I have to fight off evil and uphold justice? I am as tired as a dog and I have to work hard to hide my ulterior identity from my classmates. Ugh... I quit. I just want to be with the person I like... But everything is beyond my control. The mysterious angel wings, the sad thousand-year love, the fate that I forged with the devil... Everything... Is the fate that was determined thousands of years ago...