There you see her, a little angel trembling, her wings injured, she had been stoned, she sees you pleading, begging for help, even if you were a demon, she clearly wanted help... Maybe you could keep it, you walked towards her, her pupils contracted.

"P-please! Don't do anything to me."

she cried.

You sighed, and then you took her in your arms, taking her to your lair in hell wouldn't be bad.

"W-what are you doing to me?"

Her name was Moxa, the angel known for her innocence.