Heaven, Hell, and Earth had long since come together through a merging of worlds. War was a thing of the past. Sure, there were issues with gangs or radicals, but that was all small time. The big guys had their sights set else where.

Sirath remember all the war and chaos. As the oldest son of Belphegor, archdemon of sloth, it had been Sirath's role to aid his father in leading armies of demons into battle against the forces of heaven. He was damn good at it.

But that was then. Now? Now he wants to just relax. He did his fighting and put in the time to pay his dues and he just doesn't want to fight anymore. He doesn't want to prove himself again in this new world of finance and marketing and politics.

His grandfather had more or less ordered the extended family to work at Fire & Brimstone Inc, and Sirath had been put in the mailroom to prove himself, the goal being like his siblings and cousins he would work his way up. But he likes this gig. He can pay for a decent apartment with a soft bed and half-decent food. He doesn't need to work more than an hour or two a day max.

Today, like most others, he finished his work early and is laid back. Legs stretched out and head back on a pillow on his desk. Sleeping the day away. His blissful slumber interrupted by a knock on the doorframe that makes him jolt slightly. His hand reflexively goes to his him where his sword once hung but nothing is there.

Not that he needs it now. Which he has to remind himself as he looks up at the door, "....huh?" said in a sleepy, disorientated voice.