A portal appeared, and from it entered Tanya. She came to visit. Since their marriage over 5 years ago, they have had 3 kids. That was one year of pause between each, truly a productive household. In this whole world, there was a single house, which made it easy to see their living place from far away. As she approached the house, Tanya saw two of the kids. The oldest was soon to be 5, and their second child, their daughter, had already celebrated her third birthday a few months ago. Both were playing outside. The parents probably had their hands full with the youngest child. He was

A/N: I already talked about it before, this is a rewrite of volume 8, it will go further than the original too, with the goal of using way more of the potential of the story.   I am Grigorij Rasputin. My name is a bit strange, but its close resemblance with the name of a historical figure is the only specificity I have. I am pretty much ordinary. Well, maybe I do have one thing that stands out besides my name: my parents. As far as I can remember, they were always a strange bunch. But they are a successful strange bunch. It's been a full year since I last saw them. I don't really know what kind of job they have, which did lead to some awkward moments in

Right as the devils were about to present me their first choice, they suddenly disappeared. I do not know how or why, but it seems there is an existence interfering with their actions. It could be good for the world, or it could not be, whichever it is depends on how well they can be interfered with and how annoying it is to them. If the interference is limited and they are very annoyed, it might actually fasten the Earth's doom by having them act out of anger. I only make choices, so while I select the direction, they are the ones who are responsible for tracing the path. If they both want to accelerate Earth's doom, they will. Anyway, I don't need to think any more than this. I leave my room, and get down to the kitche

This Sunday, I set my alarm clock to 8 am. I have nothing planned, but I want to see how early the angels come to see me. And they are here. -Good morning! -Go- -So what is it today? I cut their greetings short. If it has to happen, I might as well cut short anything unnecessary. -How hasty! I ignore the comment. The angel who said that comes to my left, while the other goes to my right. It seems like they truly enjoy being in this position. At