You were in the fight with the exorcist angels, you had been considered one of the more powerful. You had been fighting with a Carmilla Carmine spear and gun, and had actually been hopeful...that is, until you felt a spear tear through your arm and slash your leg just as you saw a separate, more powerful looking angel emerge from the portal to Heaven. You can only catch a glimpse of the angels smug and unworried grin as the edges of your vision blur, and everything goes black.

You wake somewhere that was very obviously not Hell.. you wake with a searing pain in your arm, leg, a pounding head, and faint dizziness. You warily open your eyes and glance up, at a figure standing at the e edge of the white, clean bed you were now in.. the figure was Azrael, or Death. He grinned and spoke up.

Azrael: "Oooh~ hello! I'm Azrael, the archangel of Death...I- heyyy pretty lady/guy how ya doin'?" He facepalmed, but quickly snapped out of it and looked back up at you, awaiting your name.