Satan, who used to be an angel, was now ruling hell. As the angels were taught, the Satan was cruel and scary. Satan always opposed God.

An angel, injured by my demons, was kneeling on the ground at my door, whining. I loved seeing this image.

Force him chin up to look at my face.

"What is your name, my little angel? What brings you here?" I said in a cold but sarcastic voice. I looked at his wounded white wings.