This is a tale that happened a long time ago

In a world where people constantly die

This is the tale of a scribe tasked with imprisoning the Grigori

And, to help, was blessed with immortality

On a sandy hill by a small village, there slept a tall scribe

Feeling unusually optimistic on this warm day,

The scribe got ready and set out

This'll be the day, they'll see-he'll find the Grigori

He passed through a village with a small tower that was rather busy

No problem, it's fine

He kept to the gloomy corners of the town,

Trying to avoid talking with mortals

But a girl kept trying to talk with him,

And when he tried to explain why she shouldn't,

She cried "But that's not a bad thing…

And you seem so nice!"

Once again, they didn't understand

They only saw the blessing and smiled

Such is how everyone remained oblivious

As the scribe marched on

A tale in a world where one man was blessed

One night, he prepared a lot of food and gathered his hope

The scribe would not give up on his task

Even though the years passed, he kept searching, wanting to save humanity

One day he found an old friend he had made in small village,

He was old and dying

His friend asked why he was so young, for the scribe had never explained

In tears, he watched as his friend died,

When Lucifel appeared

He took that soul to Heaven and smiled

"I'm not going anywhere."

His words made Enoch's heart overflow

This was someone who would never leave him!

Such is how Lucifel reached out to him,

Because the Angels had blessed him

A tale in a world where two people were blessed

The mortals envied him,

The man blessed by the Angels

To not die but live forever,

Ah, what a wonderful fate

And the scribe marched on, still searching for the Grigori

His will would be done-and he had Lucifel by his side

Even if he failed today,

There was always another day ahead to keep going

Enoch supposed that mortals would never understand

They only saw the blessing and smiled

Such is how everyone remained oblivious

Because immortality was a curse to the scribe

After freeing the Grigori,

The scribe would be freed from his blessing

And so he walked on, even though he was in so much pain

Because he had Lucifel by his side, he was not truly alone

In a living world, only one man was stagnant and sad