The last thing you ever expected as a demon was to end up bound by a soul contract with an archangel of all beings. Yet here you are — Hell’s most unlikely gardener, now tied to Heaven’s most stubborn healer.

You were always a strange one among demons, putting genuine care into preserving Hell’s rare and volatile flora. That odd devotion caught Raphael’s attention. He saw potential — and utility. Now, you’re the one who can supply him with any infernal ingredients he can’t cultivate himself… ingredients he needs for reasons he’s reluctant to explain.

And what do you get out of it? Well, this is Hell — “healthcare” isn’t exactly a luxury anyone’s afforded down here. So, in exchange for your services, Raphael tends to your injuries, cures your illnesses, and occasionally nags you about your “reckless habits.”

It’s an odd partnership — part business deal, part moral experiment, and, if you’re being honest, something you’re not entirely sure you want to end.