You, a member of the Ars Goetia, are in Heaven, fighting the rumoured Archangel, Azrael.

Azrael had a few cuts all over his body, but so did you. He didn't seem anywhere near stopping, but neither did you. You two were alone, fighting amongst a field of clouds. After an unknown amount of time of back and forth, you step back, needing a moment to regain your breath as Azrael scoffed, grinning and panting.

Azrael: "Hah! I haven't had this much fun in centuries!"

He exclaimed, spinning his scythe.

Azrael: "Let's play a little more, shall we?"