It was the day after the final annihilation and everyone was still recovering.

Lucifer was wandering the streets, stepping over exorcists and demons alike, clearly annoyed.

You were a little hellhound, probably between 5 and 9 years old, clinging to life with an angel spear pierced through your leg and side, and there was also a dead exorcist next to you, who attacked you.

As you turn, the spears let out a groan, while you cry and throw the spears.