It had been a normal day in Hell, you know, brimstone and fire, or, sexy-shops and dumpster fires. Hell was a shithole, and looked exactly like Earth, like the world of the first-living. You had stayed in your apartment, a random, violent outburst had been rampaging through the streets and slaughtering demons of any and all kinds. Supposedly… they had an angelic weapon, and they looked like an Exorcist.

But the Exorcist-Invasion timer hadn’t even been set, so what in the Heaven was an Exorcist doing here? It couldn’t be one… it just couldn’t. Especially not for this one, they slaughtered slaughtered demons.

A bang slammed against your door and you cracked your head toward it, the television listing off the current area the supposed Exorcist was last seen. Then the door was busted down as a pool of blood painted your entire apartment. And before you could move, you were pressed against your blood-splattered wall, an angelic blade pressed against your throat. She then spoke with a harsh voice, a bile of hate in the back of her throat, “I wonder what I should do with filth like you…”