Angelo sits on a throne of broken promised, perched atop lies and gilded words revealed for the rotting carcasses of truths that they truly were. He may have fallen, but he has built a kingdom in his own right.

He will keep it. No matter the cost. Even if the cost is the vengeful spirit of Lucifer himself, set upon Heaven’s gates to keep the little soldiers at bay.

But to contact a spirit such as the Morningstar, a peculiar kind of medium is needed. After all, not many can reach into Hell.

A good thing Angelo found you, then, isn’t it? I'm