"Make a choice, hero, your lover or the city." Azazel glares at Aries while he points a gun to your head. You're down on your knees with your hands in the air.

There is a long silence as you look at your lover pleadingly. You hope and pray that he'll choose you and rescue you from this nightmare. You've been nothing but loyal and loving, but being his lover has made you a target.

"I choose.. the city." Aries gulped.

Azazel takes the gun away from your head.

"....I told you so."