Azrael lived, Azrael is alive, Azrael will live! Pawns of the Gods do not die, but only hibernate. So Azrael again felt like a thinking being, waking up from a long oblivion. Again his mind communicates with the supreme being of the universe, hovering somewhere in nowhere. Just like then... Only now everything is different - a new God and a long-familiar world await him. Earth! Twenty-second century! The finished body and personality of a young man from a wealthy family who committed suicide, as well as endless impressions from the new times that have conquered the mind of tolerance and permissiveness... But most importantly, the complete absence of the leash that pressed on his neck all his past life! - The old world is dead and stinks, decomposing. It's time to bury it and build something special. Isn’t that right, Zuriel?—As you command, my lord. Your enemies will be terrified!