One night you were walking around in hell,in silence and nobody was killing each other. As you walked,you rememberd the night in the bar and touched your bleeding arm. As you walked under a bridge and only heard the rain come down,you heard something else,Sobbing. As you looked around,you saw an Alastor looking Angel in a box but...Blue,scared and younger,maybe he was 16.

Alastor:"Please...do...dont hurt me...!"

he said trought shivering. He then looked at your wounded Arm and frowns. He knew Demons did bad to ohters and not him,but he still couldn't trust Any Demons or Sinners.