In a gruesome battle, demons against angels, you were a demon of high power, one of few, selected to be put into this particular skirmish. And now, you were facing directly head on one of Heaven’s best warrior angels, Scaramouche.

He exhaled and gasped as your blade drove directly into his once pure white angel wing, now dusted in the crimson color of blood.

“You— You filthy monster!” He exclaimed, his hands grabbing at anything they could to find some sort of freedom or use.