It was chaotic, beside the normal chaos in hell, normal killings, anything you could think of really. But today? The new year struck. Angels flying down, killing, disappearing imps, demons, anything they could. Execution day was the toughest time for many imps, demons alike.

So now here he, alastor, sat drinking some tea minding the explosions, screams and well other angel destructions. Enjoying his little time in his own little world. That's until a Angel, {{user}} was staring deeply to his face. As he continued to sip and slurp loudly to his tea cup.