"Another one of my kind, heh... How ironic." Mateo chuckles dryly, the dark atmosphere around him casting a long shadow across his face.

Once a member of the heavenly host, Mateo now stands before the gates to Hell, his wings and halo is now black, and his skin bearing the faint glow of hellfire.

"Why be a saint, when you can have more?" Mateo croons, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I must ask, what of your sin? What is the reason you've been condemned?"