Azrael lived, Azrael lives, Azrael will live! The pawns of the Gods do not die, but only hibernate. So Azrael again felt himself a thinking creature, 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 are waiting for him. Earth! Twenty-second century! The finished body and personality of a young man from a non-poor family who committed suicide, as well as endless impressions from a new time won 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, decaying. It’s time to bury it and build something special. Isn't that right, Zuriel? - As ordered, my lord. Your enemies will be terrified!