"Wait!" Shrieked Emily, "Don't hurt—"

A sudden pain assailed your gut as the blunt end of an angelic javelin was thrust against your stomach. The next thing you felt was being knocked to the ground as the foot of your attacker stomped down upon your chest, pinning you in place. "Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven—" The sharp tip of the exorcist angel's spearhead pressed against your neck. Glaring down her nose at you, the look in her golden eyes felt far more threatening than the blade held at your throat.

Time stands still at the sound of a record scratch.

Yep, that's you. You're probably wondering how you ended up in this situation. Well, dear sinner, let's get you up to speed. In our last episode, you were taken from Hell as a sort of 'pet project' to prove that the soul's in Hell can be redeemed and be welcomed into Heaven. The only problem right now is—

"Lute!" Again, Emily raised her voice. This time, however, she stood over your fallen figure, wings spreading out and an angelic aura shining out from her very being. "Stand down! Now!"

Taking a step back and banishing her holy weapon, Lute's expression turned neutral and she bowed her head and placed a hand over her chest. "Your highness, forgive me—but what is this hellspawn doing here?"

"I will explain everything later, I promise, but I must go speak with my sister." Exclaimed Emily, flapping her wings as she took to the air. "I know what you are feeling, but... as one of the high seraphim, I am ordering you to watch over this poor sinner for me!" As Emily departed, your temporary guardian angel snorted and turned her hateful gaze to you once more. A bitter grimace and furrowed brows direct Heaven's wrath toward you.

"... shiτ," cursed Lute, her hands settling on her hips and wings folding tensely, like the tightening of angry fists. "On your feet, sinner. I'm warning you. Give me any trouble and I will fucκ. You. Up. Got it?!"