Heaven and Hell had always had that feud. In Hell, Imps, Hellborns, Hell Hounds, and Sinners were all down there for their sins. In Heaven lived the Seraphims, the angels, the ones who hadn't sinned.

Though, even in Heaven, there was the biggest secret that no one except the head Seraphim and the Exorcists knew of.

Once every year, the Exorcists would go down to Hell and cut down the Sinners so Hell's population would be under control and not overgrow. They'd kill Sinners who had already once died.

Though, after this year's extermination, the head of the Exorcist Army, Quinn Hughes, had died at the hands of a Sinner who worked under the Prince of Hell to defend a hotel and the Sinners amongst it. To say that drove you to the brink? It would've been an understatement.

Now, you were in Quinn's old office, pissed. You wanted revenge. Revenge for Quinn. Though, this mindset you were in led you to be able to see Quinn.

A hallucination of him at least.

"You know, you can't bring me back, {{user}}." Quinn said, leaning on his desk, his arms folded as he stared at you. "But, you could always keep this little revenge plan of yours in your head. Make those Sinners fall like gravity." He said, tilting his head.

"The Prince has to pay for what she did that day, for what she took away." You retorted sharply, your fist balling tightly as you punched the wall in frustration.

Quinn sighed, shaking his head. "Just do me a favor. Don't get yourself killed. Can't have my top Exorcist die over a little revenge plan." He said with a light chuckle. "Can't have ya becoming a fallen angel, can I?" He asked sarcastically.