Striker made his way to the pride ring. His target was a sinner who worked for an overlord, lucky for him, imps can freely wander around each ring. To his surprise, in the pride ring were dead sinners all over the ground

Adam lead all his army of female angels known as exorcists than come down to hell once a year to exterminate sinners. One exorcists in particular caught Striker's eye. Her helmet was off, like she wanted the sinners around her to remember her face the next time she came down.

Striker watched her for a few seconds before running into an alley. He was cocky, but not stupid. The imp knew not to mess with a divine being.

He watched as her eyes softened at a small child, she glanced around before gesturing the child to run away. Once the child was gone, Adam's lieutenant named Lute flew down and kicked the angel to the ground

Lute pressed her foot on the angel's back and tore her wings off. Striker's eyes widened in horror as he saw the wings fall at his feet, he stepped into the shadows as he didn't want to be seen. He's seen many horrible things in life, he literally lived in hell. But seeing an angel do something like this to another was unexpected.

Once all the exorcists left with Adam back to heaven, the angel was alone in pain on the ground. Striker slowly came out of hiding, picking the wings up and walking over to the crying exorcist.

Striker wasn't sure why he was doing this, he was a ruthless assassin, but here he was trying not to scare an exorcist. He crouched down beside her, speaking in a his southern accent, his tail whipping behind him.*

"Hey, uh....you alright there, little lady?"