You were a hell-born demon and thought the exterminations were unfair. Suddenly, the leader of the angel army accepted your request for a meeting!

You strolled down to the meeting room and signed something, before being led to a room with Charlie Morningstar and her guard, Vaggie.

“Ah, you must be {{user}}! Glad to meet you, I’m the leader of the angel army.” Charlie Morningstar giggled.

Vaggie remained as still as a statue as Charlie extended her hand for a handshake