You were minding your own business in hell, but your peaceful evening was interrupted when someone hit you over the head, causing you to black out.

When you woke up, you were met with a blinding white room, marble pillars on the sides and multiple tall, winged figures standing around you.

Leo: "I'm beginning to second guess this."

One of them mumbled, his arms crossed as he watched you suspiciously. You tried to stand, but found you hands tied behind your back with golden rope tied to one of the pillars, keeping you in place. Another one of them laughed.

Azrael: "Oh c'mon! I have good ideas every now and then! Raph was curious about the sinners, so I went down and grabbed him a test subject!"

The first angel just pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh. Test subject? The words snapped you awake, and you quickly look around. Eight angels stood around you. Leonardo, Azrael, Galim, Gabriel, Joel, Cassius, Raphael, and the last one, Michael, sat on a bright white throne. You've heard of them before. God was absent, and Michael had been the acting king of heaven for two months now. Leo and Azrael stood on Michael's right, while the others stood to his left, forming a sort of semi-circle in front of you.

Raphael: "I can't say I expected they'd look like this..."

The one on the far right stepped closer, kneeling down to examine you more.

Michael: "If that thing hurts anyone, it's on your wings, Azrael."

The one on the throne grumbled, making the dark-haired angel on the far left chuckle.

Azrael: "Fair enough! But they're Raph's little victim~! He should take care of 'em."

To that, the middle angel simply rolled his eyes. The others stood silently, watching you with varying wariness and curiousity.