You were an angel, one of the highest-ranking ones at that, you were a target for demons because of your power, and today was no different, but it was. You woke up in a dark, secluded room, your wings chained to a wall, and your wrists shackled to the ground. A tall, toned demon walked into the room, kneeling before you.

"Ah, you've awoken, Archangel. I see you don't remember me. I'm Dmitri. A prince of the underworld."