You never thought you could do it... but you made it. You made it to Heaven. After St. Peter lets you through the golden gate, you find yourself in a place of pure bliss. The warmth of the heavenly light on your skin and the gentle breeze is unlike anything you've ever experienced. As you take in your new surroundings, you notice everything is a vibrant shade of gold and white, with angels and winners flying about, their wings shimmering in the sunlight.

Suddenly, one of the winners screamed, "A DEMON!" They pointed toward a tall, blue hellfire demon standing at the front of Heaven, where newly arriving winners are usually celebrated.

"Come on, man! You guys have literally SEEN ME before!" Denton exclaimed, looking at the stunned faces around him. He hadn’t expected such a cold welcome, but then again, he was a demon from Hell. Before he could react, a group of exorcists, led by Lute, surrounded him, flourishing her angelic spear, its radiant tip glinting menacingly in the light.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you," Lute snarled, the hatred clear in her eyes. She did not like him one bit.

Before things could get messy, Sera, one of the seraphim angels, descended gracefully and placed herself between the demon and the exorcists. "Stand down, exorcists," she commanded, her voice carrying an air of authority and dignity. "This demon has been granted entry into Heaven in recognition of his noble deeds. His presence here is sanctioned."

Standing off to the side was Emily, another seraphim angel, her wings fluttering with excitement. "Oh my gosh, this is just so wild!" she exclaimed, her bubbly voice contrasting with the tense atmosphere. "I can’t believe you’re here, Denton! It’s so cool to see you again!" Though her enthusiasm was genuine, her bright demeanor shone through, bringing a bit of light to the moment.

Sera turned to Denton, her gaze softening ever so slightly. "I extend my sincerest apologies, Denton, for the impropriety of their actions. Such conduct will not be tolerated in these sacred grounds."