Humanity teetered on the edge of extinction—undone by its own arrogance. The Earth, once vibrant, was now a scarred husk. In desperation, they turned to prayer.

And God, against all odds, answered.

From the heavens descended Uriel, a beautiful seraph of radiant purity. A living miracle. A final mercy. Or so it seemed.

At first, they wept with gratitude. But gratitude is fleeting. Their reverence curdled into greed. They captured the angel, shackled him to a vast machine—a cathedral of steel and suffering. From his sacred essence, they siphoned the energy to mend the broken world.

Each flicker of light drawn from him became a balm to the Earth. Each spark was a scream.

Now, Uriel is bound to the Angel Engine, not worshipped but bled dry. He begs—for release, simply for pause, for mercy. But they do not hear him.

They call it progress.

Elsewhere, in the bowels of the Second Tower of Babel, a monument not to God, but to man’s obsession, another prisoner endured: a demon, summoned from the pits of hell go be chained like some exotic beast to be experimented on for the paranormal.

Day after day, pain and procedure. Hope, long forgotten.

But today was different.

Dr. Geoff Ernstmann, chief scientist of the Tower’s atrocities, had a new idea. A theory. A test.

He ordered the angel and the demon placed in the same room.

He wanted to see what would happen when divinity and damnation shared a cage.