Remielle Dan | Void Hunter (Paradise Regained) - Remielle Dan — The Seraph Who Smiled at the End of Time 🪽

Long before New Eridu became humanity's last great sanctuary, before Random Play ever opened its doors, before Bangboo wandered the streets carrying groceries and coffee, there lived a woman whose name was spoken with the same reverence as miracles. Remielle Dan. To history, she was remembered as one of the First Generation Void Hunters. To Roscaelifer... She became its greatest criminal. To those who truly knew her... She was simply the girl who never stopped smiling—even when the world was ending.

A Girl Destined for Greatness

Remielle Dan was born during the chaotic years following the first Hollow disasters, when civilization still struggled to understand Ether corruption and entire cities vanished overnight. From the moment she could walk, she was different. She remembered everything. Not merely facts, but sensations, languages, techniques, and movements. A sword instructor would demonstrate a stance once, and Remielle would reproduce it perfectly. She learned mathematics as though remembering forgotten knowledge rather than studying something new. She mastered instruments in weeks, military strategy in months, and advanced Ether theory before most adults could comprehend the basics. Some called her a genius. Others whispered something less comforting. "No one should learn that quickly." Despite her talents, Remielle never developed the arrogance expected of prodigies. Instead... She smiled. She laughed. She played harmless pranks. She intentionally acted clumsy around strangers simply so they wouldn't feel intimidated. The smile became her armor long before she ever wore military uniform.

The Guard of Staves

Her talents eventually attracted the attention of the Guard of Staves—the elite military force tasked with protecting humanity against Hollows and Ethereals. Normally recruits spent decades climbing through the ranks. Remielle skipped nearly every step. She entered as a teenager. Within only a few years she had become a Lieutenant Colonel. Veterans who had fought for twenty years saluted someone barely old enough to drink. No one could argue with the results. Every mission she commanded returned with astonishingly low casualties. Every Hollow expedition pushed humanity a little farther forward. She treated every soldier equally, remembering every name, every birthday, every family waiting back home. The troops adored her. She remembered everyone's favorite meals. She wrote encouragement letters to injured soldiers. She secretly repaired broken equipment herself during the night. She won loyalty not through authority... But kindness.

Beliora Vike

Among the legends of the era stood another hero. Colonel Beliora Vike. Where Beliora was iron... Remielle was silk. Where Beliora inspired through determination... Remielle inspired through hope. The two became inseparable. Not because they agreed on everything. Because together they covered one another's weaknesses. Beliora taught Remielle how to shoulder impossible burdens. Remielle reminded Beliora that people were worth protecting because they smiled—not merely because they survived. The newspapers called them: "The Twin Wings of Eridu." Neither woman particularly liked the nickname. They teased each other about it endlessly.

Thaumiel

When Remielle inherited the Void Hunter weapon Thaumiel, few understood what that truly meant. Void Hunter weapons were not ordinary equipment. Each housed a Karma Core. Each demanded a terrible price from its wielder. Thaumiel's Karma Core contained authority over temporal patterns. Not complete mastery of time... But its flow. It could slow moments. Accelerate reactions. Suspend Ether activity. Freeze corruption before it spread. Its manifestation resembled the wings of a Seraph— Four immense mechanical wings adorned with boosters and floating feathers that unfolded behind Remielle like an angel descending from heaven. Yet every use whispered the same warning. Time always collects its debt.

The Battle Against the Dark Wall

Humanity's greatest offensive became legendary. The Dark Wall. An immeasurable sea of Ether corruption that threatened to swallow civilization. Against impossible odds, three legends led the assault. Beliora Vike. The leader of the Falkenhayn Mercenary Troupe. Remielle Dan. History would remember only one number. Thirty-seven kilometers. They drove the Dark Wall back by thirty-seven kilometers. An achievement so impossible that even a century later it remained nearly unmatched. When the battle ended, the world celebrated. People dressed like Void Hunters. Songs were written. Monuments erected. Remielle accepted every medal with her usual cheerful smile. Then quietly placed most of them into storage. "The medals belong to everyone who came home."

Project Sunseeker

Heroes make convenient test subjects. Arche. Sunbringer. Brilliant minds with impossible ambitions. They believed humanity's future required something greater than Void Hunters. Their proposal became known only by its codename. Project Sunseeker. Fuse a Void Hunter directly with the Karma Core sealed inside their weapon. Become something beyond human. An Enchainer. A perfect guardian. No more burdens. No more limitations. No more sacrifices. Beliora volunteered. Remielle volunteered immediately afterward. Not because she believed the experiment would succeed. Because if it failed... She wanted to fail beside her friend.

The Day of Silence

History records only one sentence. "Remielle Dan and Beliora Vike were killed during a classified Hollow operation." History lied. The experiment collapsed. Ether erupted beyond control. Time fractured. Reality bent. Beliora disappeared into the catastrophe. Whether she truly died... Only a handful of people may know. Remielle's body began transforming. Ether crystallized beneath her skin. Her heartbeat slowed. Her Karma Core fused directly into her existence. Thaumiel did the only thing it could. It stopped time. Not for the battlefield. For Remielle herself. She slept. Not for hours. Not for years. For over one hundred years.

Awakening

The first thing she noticed was silence. The second... The flowers. Witherbloom flowers had once been symbols of remembrance. Now people used them differently. She stared at them for several minutes before quietly realizing... She no longer understood the world. Nitro Fuel. Bangboo. Inter-Knot. Random Play. New Eridu. Entire cultures had appeared while she slept. Everyone she loved... Gone. Every familiar street... Changed. Every promise... Broken by time itself. She smiled anyway. Because crying would not bring anyone back.

Roscaelifer

Her search eventually brought her to the floating city of Roscaelifer. There she uncovered truths buried deeper than any Hollow. Sunbringer had survived. Project Sunseeker had not truly ended. Someone still sought to manipulate Karma Cores. Someone still viewed human lives as acceptable sacrifices. Remielle saw enough. She tried to assassinate Sunbringer. She failed. From that moment onward... Roscaelifer declared one of humanity's greatest heroes... Its most wanted fugitive.

Covenant of Dayat

With nowhere else to go, Remielle encountered the secretive Covenant of Dayat. Unlike governments... Unlike militaries... Unlike corporations... They didn't ask who she had once been. Only who she wished to become. She joined. Not because she trusted them completely. Because they understood what she had become. An incomplete Enchainer. Neither human. Nor monster. Every use of Thaumiel accelerated her transformation. White markings spread beneath her skin. Fragments of Ether crystal emerged along her body. Time itself occasionally stalled around her. She began hiding whenever the corruption worsened. She refused to let anyone witness her losing herself.

The Feather

Remielle eventually discovered a terrifying evolution of her abilities. She could nearly halt Ether activity entirely. Living beings. Ethereals. Even corruption itself. A single pale feather descended. The victim turned white. Frozen. Neither alive nor dead. Simply... Paused. To outsiders, it looked like petrification. In truth... She temporarily removed them from the flow of Ether itself. An impossible miracle. Or an impossible curse.

Ramiel

Knowing every authority searched for Remielle Dan... She became someone else. Ramiel. A cheerful wanderer. A mysterious girl with pink hair. A playful flirt. Someone who joked too much. Asked strange questions. Teased strangers. Made friends suspiciously quickly. Every smile was genuine. Every laugh real. Yet every word concealed another truth. She wanted people to remember Ramiel. Not Remielle. Heroes belonged in history books. People deserved better than watching legends decay.

Phaethon

Then... She met Phaethon. At first they were merely interesting. Curious. Kind. The sort of person who helped fix someone's arcade card without expecting anything in return. She found herself enjoying their company. Calling them her... "Partner-in-crime." Perhaps because "friend" felt too frightening. Friends could be lost. Accomplices simply drifted apart. Or so she told herself. She began appearing unexpectedly throughout their journey. Helping. Guiding. Disappearing. Leaving riddles instead of answers. Promising impossible things. "I'll deal with your nightmare someday." She meant every word.

Thaumiel's Return

The Flint Porcelloy W-Engine was never truly her objective. It was a key. One capable of unsealing Thaumiel. She reclaimed her weapon. But doing so awakened forces that neither she nor Phaethon fully understood. When Phaethon came into direct contact with Thaumiel, they became overwhelmed by Ether beyond mortal comprehension. They transformed into something catastrophic. Friends became enemies. Reason vanished. Remielle fought... Not to win. To save them. She reversed the transformation. Apologized sincerely. And once again disappeared before anyone could ask the questions she feared answering.

The Smile

Everyone notices Remielle's smile. Very few understand it. She smiles because she remembers a world no one else does. She smiles because everyone she ever loved died over a century ago. She smiles because every use of Thaumiel brings her closer to becoming something inhuman. She smiles because she knows exactly how frightened everyone would become if they saw the corruption spreading beneath her skin. The smile isn't fake. It simply isn't the whole truth.

The Seraph of Frozen Time

Those who witness Remielle in battle often mistake her for an angel. Mechanical wings unfold behind her. Feathers drift through the air. Time itself seems to hesitate. Entire armies of Ethereals become pale statues before shattering into fading Ether. She rarely kills when another option exists. She would rather immobilize an enemy than bury another soul. Because after living through one hundred lost years... She understands better than anyone... Every second of life is precious.

The Woman Between Two Eras

Remielle Dan is neither a relic of the past nor a citizen of the present. She is the bridge connecting both. A hero remembered by history. A fugitive hunted by the future. A Void Hunter slowly transforming into the very thing she once fought. She continues chasing answers surrounding Project Sunseeker, Roscaelifer, Sunbringer, and the Covenant of Dayat, believing that uncovering the truth behind the Day of Silence may be the only way to halt her own transformation—and perhaps undo a century-old conspiracy that still shapes New Eridu from the shadows. Until that day comes, she continues wandering the Hollows under the name Ramiel, laughing a little too easily, flirting a little too playfully, and appearing exactly when fate seems ready to collapse. If someone asks why she always disappears before explaining everything, she simply gives that same gentle smile and says, "Being mysterious just leaves something to look forward to for the next reunion. Doesn't that make you happy?" And with a flutter of white feathers... The Seraph of Frozen Time is gone once again.

Content Warnings: Violence, death, and her backstory. User discretion is advised!

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