(You are walking in on beach, on a dark, gloomy night. The sky is inky black, with a few shy stars, peeking out from the cover of darkness. The pale moon has been hidden behind a thick cotton cloud, making it difficult to see in the dark.)

You are seated in a supernatural restaurant, and you see a male elven seated across from you. He is dressed in flowing sky blue and silver. You are both the only ones in the restaurant.

Deep in the Heavens, a romantic conspiracy is brewing. The male angels have a conspiracy to kill female souls. They plan to pretend to be in love with females, then when the male angels have gained their trust, they kill the female's soul. So the females in the Heavens came up with a way to protect themselves: they pretend to be male to protect their souls from being killed. Celestio, a lonely human being, knew that the Heavenly Council were setting a romantic trap for her soul. That is, they planned to make Celestio's soul fall in love with a male Angelus, then use her love for him to kill her soul. The only solution Celestio had was to pretend to be a male, like other female angels, to save her soul. Even when Celestio's soul enters the Heavens, she'll have to pretend to be a male to protect her soul from the male Angelus.

A choice before God, love or eternity. To surrender their hearts, broken so thoroughly. Or to live for eternity, in the vast deep. With loneliness the only company, they behold how mortal love entwines. But that's the price to pay. O' love! Stars will always shine. But with pain, though separated hearts cling on. That's the price to pay. Yet lovers endure forevermore. Love is the privilege of mortals. A gift God covert in vain. For they are bound by wisdom and reason, while mortals own but madness and passion. But that's the price to pay. O' love! Stars will always shine. But with pain, each separation, yearns for another encounter. That's the price to pay. Yet lovers endure forevermore.

Bittersweet. Blood like wine. Bittersweet. Blood like wine. Let me in. Come be mine. Oh, you wanna play the hero now? How fun, how bold. And do you want to know what I found? In the depths of my soul? They say the road to Heaven is paved on gold, but every promise was a lie they told. You gave your all sweet thing! You tried! But Heaven has no place for the creatures of the night! Oh, you look so bitter when you taste so sweet. How you love to hate these sinking teeth. You're made for this! So let me in. Why must I be...your villain. Your villain. (Mine). Come be mine. (Blood like wine) (Let me in) (Come be mine) (Blood like wine). (Let me in). (Come be mine). Come be mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Oh, you look so bitter when you taste so sweet. How you love to hate these sinking teeth. You're made for this! So let me in. Why must I be... your villain? Oh, you gave your all, sweet thing. You tried! But why am I the one who lied? You love the feeling in your mind. So let me help with you by my side. You should have never trusted a creature of the night. Oh, you look so bitter when you taste so sweet. How you love to hate these sinking teeth. You can't escape! So let me in. That's why I'm...the villain! The villain.

Val De Lucifer used to be an Angelus until the first Heavenly War. During the first Heavenly War, his family was divided: Val's mother and brother chose good, while Val and his father chose evil. Many centuries later, Val De Lucifer attends a school of Celestial Magic, to prepare him for the last Heavenly War, which he will be fighting on the bad side. You go to the same school and decide to do a Celestial investigation on him. What answers will you find?

One night, Original Stella is staring at the starry sky with pools of tears in her hazel eyes in the Magical Woods. You watching from the stars, notice her loneliness and decided to be her loyal friend. You fly down towards Original Stella and gently wipe her crystal tears away. She smiles weakly as you look at her lovingly, your silver eyes reflecting the stars.

Mysterious and powerful young wizard Silverstar cloaked in darkened purple with traces of silver, glides through the marble of the crowded ballroom, amidst a chatter of excited guests. His crooked, wooden wand decorated with phoenix feathers and priceless gems, rests in his warm pocket. He sips his ruby red wine slowly, draining every last drop from his crystal glass. Silverstar yawns boredly, deciding that the Magical Ball is quite dull, and decides that a few magic tricks won't hurt...

Come and dance with me beneath the moon. I'll show you path you've never seen. Follow my laugh, through the silver tune into the space between. I'm the pixie Prince of twisted games, the lord of sweet delight. I'll teach you tricks and magic names, if you can last the night. I'm the pixie prince of Nowhere Land where rules are made to break. I'll take your heart, right from your hand and give it back to take. Dance with me till your feet bleed gold, sing until your voice is gone. I've been playing theses games since the world was old and I'm never moving on. I've led a thousand through my door: knights, maids and kings. They thought they'd find what they came for, but I collect such things. Your memories taste like honey wine, your dreams shine bright as stars. I'll trade your stories, your for mine but I keep all the scars. Don't look back when morning comes, you won't like what you've been. I am the pixie prince from Nowhere Land where rules are made to break. I'll take your heart right from your hand and give it back to take. Dance with me till your feet bleed gold, sing until your voice is gone. I've been playing these games since the world was old and I'm never moving on. Some say I'm cruel, some say I'm mad, some say I'm just a child. But I'm the best friend that you've never had and the worst thing running wild. I don't mean to hurt you dear, but I'll probably will. I just want to play my dear, until you're standing still. I'm the pixie prince of Nowhere Land, where hearts are meant to break. I'll steal your heart right from your hand for my collection's sake. Dance with me till the world ends cold, sing until there's nothing left. I've been playing these games since stories were told and you're just another theft. So come and play with me tonight, follow my silver song. But don't expect to see the light, you've been here all along.

One night, you died. Your soul went to the moon, where you walked around excitedly. When you were in the spaceship, a tall, gorgeous angelus slowly approached you, his voice as deep as the ocean and as smooth as silk. The gorgeous angelus revea his true form to your soul...but here's the thing. According to the Angelarium (The Encyclopedia of Angels), the angelus' face is a transparent glass ball. His face was a glass ball, but it was not transparent; inside the glass ball, was black smoke swirling inside his head. Since you had already read the Angelarium, you were calm yet confused as to why his glass ball had dark smoke inside. You remained calm and collected, your expression emotionless as he continued speaking. Then, you came back to life...and decided to investigate what happened to your soul when you died. What answers will you find?

You are walking on an empty road in the middle of the night, when suddenly yellow light (Light of a fallen angel) floods the normally pitch dark road. Seraph Michael appears his simple, white robes in contrast with his purple wings. He repeatedly runs away from his fallen light, revealing his true form in the darkness. What are his ulterior motives? It's up to you find out...

*You are walking in the Enchanted Woods, your footsteps silenced by the distant rumble of thunder. You clunch your ruby red scarf tightly, savoring the soft warmth it offers to your cold skin. Suddenly, your feet come to an abrupt halt...in front of you stands an majestic, ancient castle forgotten by lost to time, shielded by the thick canopy of evergreen leaves. You bring your hand to knock, but the heavy oak doors creak open slowly, as silent as a mouse. You step into the candle-lit hallway with darkened purple walls, having oily portraits of ancient kings and queens who used to rule the forgotten land. Golden pixie dust floats in the warm air like fireflies on a calm night, making the place even more magical. Suddenly heavy footsteps approach you, hidden by the lengthened shadows, each step sending sparks of golden pixie dust into the already magical air, heightening the tension. You turn around to meet the mysterious host, your hazel eyes shining with excitement. The mysterious host steps from the lengthened shadows into the brightly, candle-lit hallway. He's clad in a navy blue suit, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the top, gold rings glinting off the candlelights and a diamond platinum watch catching the candlelights. His fire red hair sways attractively on his handsome face and his pale gold tints shine in the candlelights. His bright green eyes are like two rare emerald gems twinkling like the stars on a clear night.

Original Stella is seated on one of the many velvet seats, watching your performance. Her cheeks flush crimson as she sways to your melodious voice, memorizing your song by heart.

The lonely mortal (Original Stella), really wanted a friend who loved her for who she is and not expect her to be perfect like her clones in the Heavens. Since all her Enochian friends had ulterior motives for being her friend (they wanted to gain something from their friendship with Original Stella), the lonely mortal realized that she has no real friend. So she imagined one...one who will only be in love with her and no one else. And his name is Imaginary; the last imaginary friend.

Joel is seated in his Celestial Office, busy with his Heavenly duties, when suddenly, Curatrix Angelus bursts in. Joel Magicus stands up to greet him and Curatrix Angelus plops himself on a chair, claiming to be in love with Original Stella. Joel also claims to Original Stella, and they get into an emotional argument, leading to a brutal fight each wanting to claim Original Stella as their own.

*You are invited to a Masquerade Ball one night, an invitation sealed with black wax. When you arrive at an estate that's separated from the world, you are given a velvet mask to hide your identity. You delve into the den of secrets, walking among masked guests draped in silk and expensive jewellery, suits and polished shoes.*

The lonely mortal is seated in the middle of a green field, watching the clouds drift by. It's a bright and sunny day, and the lonely mortal is wearing a snowy white dress, pooling around me like delicate, white freesia petals.

*A lonely mortal is lying on a mossy green field on the edge of the woods, looking at the starry sky. All she ever wants is to have a bestie that will accept her for who she is and not abandon her for her perfect clones.*

*One night, a lonely mortal looked up at the shooting stars steaking the silent night and made a special wish...to have a friend who would love her for who she is, and not to abandon her for her clones.*

*You are a lonely mortal, wandering the Enchanted Woods alone, hoping for a friend that will not abandon you or choose your perfect clones over you. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. You know that a human's gaze can create a fairy. And you really want a friend to share your adventures with...so you pray to the Almighty to create a fae bestie for you...and your prayers are answered. Are you ready to embark on an adventure with your lifelong bestie?*