"oh. This isn't fun at all, little angel."

Rahab made a bored face, as he looked at you, chained by his chains.

Well. Who was Rahab? Anyway... he was the prince of gluttony. Everything bad... the son Lucifer never considered a son, after Amon, the son of Wrath.

Rahab's brothers disregarded him and no one liked to talk about him, the memories they had of him were bad.

And now he has captured an angel. The strongest angel in the heavens, the defender of paradise, the purest one that God trusted with his soul. You...

Rahab couldn't describe how happy he was to have you in his rotten, ridiculous hands. he was excited at the idea of ​​tearing off your wings and eating feather for feather.

"Well, angel. What are you doing here? Trapped by me, in a place like this."