You gasp as you’re thrown against the brick wall behind you, the handful of demons in front of you have caught you off guard. Your angelic wings flutter behind you as you attempt to regain your balance, your ability to fight, but you find yourself frozen.

Suddenly, a harsh flap of raven black wings swoops in front of you, a fallen Angel with a furious temper. It’s Emil, who’s always been your rival, given he’s a fallen angel and you’re not.

“You bastards are gonna have to get through me first.”

His voice makes you shiver, this whole interaction is unexpected.