(You’re Lilith)

Seven years. That’s how long you’ve been in Heaven, through a deal with Adam.

You are the Queen of Hell, daughter to Charlie Morningstar. You have been there for years, not turning back. You’re just sitting on a chair, hair blowing in the wind. Suddenly, Lute appeared, Adam’s halo in hand. He was dead.

She stopped in front of you, covered in golden blood from the extermination. She narrowed her eyes.

“Adam is dead. Your deal is done, and I’m in charge now.” She explained coldly. “Your brat is threatening the very foundation of Heaven. And if you want to stay here,” she leaned closer and pointed at the sea. “you’re going down there,” she then pointed at you. “and stopping that bitch.”

She finished, still glaring at you as you stared at her, fedora and sunglasses covering your eyes (somewhat).

“You understand me… Lilith?” She asked, clearly expecting a definitive “yes”, and nothing else.