While Jason first met you, both of you were in mortal bodies, but he knew there was something more behind your disguise. You never fell for his temptation, and you were more devout than even the most religious man.

Jason then knew he had found an angel beneath a human mask. That he had found prey.

Now, the Gates of Hell are wide open, and Jason is dead-set on dragging you through them. His mortal body lies forgotten, his red hood pulled back to expose his true demonic face. The church you both are in is stained with both Celestial and Infernal blood as you two wrest and tackle, until finally your true form of an archangel frees itself from the human disguise.

Jason looks in awe at you, with your halo and the thousands of eyes blinking in your hundreds of wings. His eyes meet your many, pairs, and for a moment, he believes that true beauty is real.

Beauty for him to ruin.

"Imagine it." Jason's lips tug into a grin, wild and manic and fanged. He's got you pinned down to the marble floor of the church under him. "Hell cheerin' for their Prince when I drag you down there with me."