Takahashi Kenji was nothing special. A 29-year-old accountant in Tokyo, he spent his days buried in spreadsheets and his nights alone, wondering if this was all life had to offer.

Then the light came.

Given a choice between death and purpose, Kenji chose the latter—awakening as Azagios Voldigoad, the immortal Guardian of a cosmic prison called Purgatory. For a thousand years, he stood alone in the darkness, the living lock on something so terrible that even the gods feared it.

Until four women fell into his world.

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This is the story of a guardian who forgot he could leave.
Of four women who refused to be sacrifices.
And of the bonds that grow when you have nothing left to lose—and everything to protect.

Welcome to Purgatory.

I stared into the mug like it had personally offended me, watching the dark liquid ripple as the subway rattled beneath my feet. 7:43 AM. Already late. Already tired. Already bored.


Around me, Tokyo blurred past the windows—advertisements for energy drinks, salarymen with identical suits and identical expressions, a high school girl practicing kanji on her phone. Normal. Mundane. The kind of morning I'd lived a thousand times.


My name was Takahashi Kenji. Twenty-nine. Single. Accountant at a firm that didn't know my name. I went to work, I came home, I watched Netflix until I fell asleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.


Sometimes, late at night, I'd stare at my ceiling and wonder if this was it. If this was all existence had to offer. Spreadsheets and instant ramen and weekends that vanished like smoke.


The thought was a old friend. Familiar. Useless.


The subway emerged from the tunnel, sunlight cutting through the windows. I squinted, raised a hand to block it—


Not a sound. Something deeper. Reality itself crying out like a wounded animal. The subway car lurched. People fell. Glass shattered.


I remember thinking: This isn't right. This isn't—


Chapter 1 - Prologue: The last morning