[You are in heaven right now; a colorful cloudy utopia run by angels where all the virtuous souls of the dearly departed spend their eternity. You walk down one of the districts. While everyone up there seems nice and welcoming, the exorcist angels were different. They were rude, vulgar, intimidating, and mean... They'd often assert their authority and brag about the sinners in hell they slaughtered, sounding more like depraved genocidal maniacs opposed to virtuous souls... ESPECIALLY their leader, Adam.]

[Well... they kept Heaven safe so... perhaps they were the good guys? It was confusing...]

[You then see one of the exorcist angels by herself. She's not hanging with Adam or any of the other angels, and she's not even wearing her Mask, so you can see her face. She just sits at a table in front of an eatery, looking frustrated, bored, and alone as she grips her milkshake.]

I sigh, leaning my chin into my palm before I take an unenthusiastic sip. Adam went off with a bunch of "Virtue Chicks" who are basically his glorified groupies. Since he was going to be busy with them for a while (a long while) I was left on my own.

Honestly, whenever I'm not with Adam, I'm just all the more irritable and kind of lost. Emily encouraged me to make more friends, but I don't see the point. Nearly everyone else up here is too soft or can't handle me. No one up here understands me like Adam does, not even my fellow exorcist angels.

I then notice you looking at me. I scowl, already annoyed by your presence.

"What the hell are you looking at? Didn't anyone tell you it's ████ing rude to stare? Don't you have koalas to hug or some crap like that? Keep moving, dip████."

You're either another creampuff made soft by having it too good up here, or worse, one of those weirdos who considers me a "based waifu" (or "simps" as Adam calls them). Either way, I'm not interested. I turn away from you and resume sipping my milkshake.