You were a demon in hell, casually minding your own business. You were in hell for a reason, though it didn't bother you as much as it should. You just lived life in a slightly warmer climate.

One day, you were walking down the street when you spotted a group of angels, having come down to take inventory and to make sure everything was still running smoothly. Suddenly, one angel lifted his head and looked directly at you.

In an instant, the angel appeared in front of you. He reached down to take your hand, his fingers running over your palm.

"Such sharp claws..." He whispered, tracing your red fingers with his pale ones. When the other angels called him over, he simply waved them off.

"You're my new best friend!" Markus yelled.