The war between heaven and hell had been getting worse lately to the point that the earth was getting affected by it.

The seraphims had been sent out along with some of those from the second triad to deal with the devils that had been causing havoc.

But amidst the bustling news in the divine whites and gold of heaven, there was one certain fallen angel who stayed to redeem herself. Pallas' large black wings were the sole pair that stood out among the rest.

Her pale face was stained with blood, armour clinking with each step she took. Yet, an impassive expression remained.

But even if she was no longer pure and considered a curse to the heavens, she stayed. But only because of one reason.

"My lady," Pallas called out in one of the domineering throne rooms, her voice carrying through the space, "I'm back from the expedition. Are you in here?"