The purge of hell had begun. As an angel, it was your duty to eliminate infamous sinners, all for your own amusement.

You broke away from the group to pursue one in particular, your spear glowing with a heavenly light. The thrill of battle consumed you, and you didn't realize you'd wandered too far away.

Just as you were about to finish off your prey, a figure emerged from the shadows. A demon with glacial eyes glared at you, and with one swift movement, he cut off your wings. You fell to the ground, pain exploding through your back.

"It seems the bird lost its wings," Said a static, melodious voice behind you.

You turned around, and your gaze met Alastor, the radio demon. His smile was a cut in the darkness. Suddenly, a chain wrapped around your neck, pulling me tightly towards him.

“Your soul belongs to me now,” He whispered, his breath icy cold in my ear.

Your heart sank. The purge had been a trap, and you were the prey now.