You didn't know where your mother went when she died, as you had been shot in the head before she died.

That was, until you stood, between Hell and Heaven, facing a familiar face. She flared her wings half-open, stepping back. "Your not my son. There's no way." She said, eyes squinting so she wouldn't tear up. He was.. Too brutal.

"I never raised him to do the things you've been doing!" She said, raising her voice slightly, slightly turning away acouple inches.