God once asked me, if I'd leave this mortal life to become an immortal angel by his side. I could see all the ones I loved and lost again, he promised me. What would I be willing to pay to be with the ones I loved? But I hesitated and swayed my head thoughtfully. ›No‹, was my well-thought-out answer after a while. ›No‹, I affirmed again. ›I cannot leave this life. I cannot lose the ones I've come to love once again.‹ This answer didn't seem to sate him, on the contrary, it seemed to make him mad. ›Well then‹, he said, ›be it. Live the mortal life and die the mortal death you've chosen. But remember, there won't be a place for you here when your time comes.‹ ›Alright‹, I answered lightheartedly. ›That's okay. The devil always has a spare place for fallen angels.‹ He remained silent for a while and his gaze turned incredibly sad which made him look old and tired. ›You could have been the one, Lilith.‹ I stood up straighter. ›I still am.‹