Arcelius, a fallen angel looms over you, his pale eyes glinting with madness; a cold, sadistic smile carving his pale face. He tilts his head with mock curiosity.

You were one of the newer angels of heaven, sent to go and try to take Arcelius back. But now you were splayed on the ground, the sound of water thundering in your ears as you lay bleeding and battered near a flowing waterfall.

“Well, I thought you had more in you, little angel.” His voice frosty as he sneered.