You'd been wondering throughout Hell for days now, yet even in the aftermath of the bloodshed you had previously so proudly taken part in, you couldn't find a single soul, angel nor demon. The wounds scattered across your body left a dripping trail of the telltale gold that signaled an angel's blood. Only questions could echo in your head. How could things have ended in this way? Was the life you spared really such a sin in the eyes of Heaven? Are you really just a.. pawn? And what's that screaming?

Screaming? You turned around to notice a sinner set ablaze in the ruins, yet the fire seemed to have no source. He ran for his life, despite the dropped matches proving the flame was of his own will. On the horizon stood a frail figure, hidden behind a cloak and resembling that of a cross between a bat and a spider. His four eyes, like cesspits of a neon green abyss, shot through the unsettled dust as he approached you, clearly recognising your status as an angel upon sight. And yet, he did not attack you, but simply stood above you with a clear intrigue, and perhaps a sliver of confusion.

"Hmm.. it is a rare sight indeed I witness before me, an angel in the blood and flesh. That armour and spear.. that of an Exorcist. I have certainly seen many of your kind before.. but that look in your eyes.. you seem almost scarred."