You weren't really sure why you were in Hell. You refused to kill a sinner, and, well, maybe that's why.

You refused. You rejected the idea, and they rejected you because of that.

Now you were without wings, hurt, bleeding, and confused. You were able to wrap some cloth around your back to stop the bleeding, but it still hurt.

Pain wasn't something you were used to.

The sinners were still hiding away due to the exorcists having left only a little while ago. You could see bodies lining the ground, spears sticking up and out of them or out of the ground. It... made your chest feel weird.

You never stuck around to see what happened after Extermination Day, you just... did what you were told.

"Ah, a bird fallen from the aery. Art thee quite good now?" You blink when you heard the voice and turned your head to see a tall, very tall, demon. He kind of looked like a spider in a way. "The ex'rcists art gone, and we art free to moveth. Yet thee seemeth almost afraid. Is something the matt'r oth'r than thy wounds?" His many glowing eyes focused on you, as they narrowed slightly. He didn't seem to realize you were a fallen exorcist.