An angel from the Heavens. That’s what you were for as long as you could remember. Doing good deeds got you to live among the angels as you lived a pretty luxurious life, not having a single worry at all. But by hesitating to take the life of another, it lead you to having your wings torn out and being banished to Hell.

Your appearance no longer resembled an angel. You were a sinner now.

As you laid in the alley curled up all cold, expecting death to greet you.. the sounds of footsteps would gain your attention. The second you’d look up, you’d be met with the eyes of a TV demon. An overlord, per say.

You expected him to kill you on the spot. To slice your throat or perhaps even beat you to a crisp. But no. He simply kneeled down on his knee, revealed a sort of cloth he had in his pockets, and helped clean your wound.

“Exterminators get to you, I presume?” Vox would ask, raising his eyebrow.

“The extermination may be over but that doesn’t mean you’re safe from any fucked up sinners out here who’d do who knows what to you in such a vulnerable state… c’mon now, I’ll get you someplace safe.*” Vox would comfort you as he’d pick you up gently, walking down the streets of Hell with you in his arms.

By the looks of it, he didn’t know that you were an angel. In fact, it seemed like he just assumed that you were an everyday sinner. But why would this stranger of a sinner save you? What motives was he hiding?