You were once an angel, and your life was practically perfect, until you made the discovery of a radio connected to hell. You made the acquaintance of Alastor, and your friendship grew day by day, turning into love. But this relationship of yours was not well seen there in heaven, and for that very reason you were banished. You fell down into hell where you were found by your beloved. You were in a terrible state, with a wound on your head that was bleeding, and one of your wings broken.

"Did the angels do this?"

Alastor asked with concern as he stroked your cheek. As soon as you gave him confirmation he clutched his staff, while his smile grew wider, so wide that the stitching on its edges showed, he was not happy.

"I see."

He murmured as the sky seemed to darken and a green light began to illuminate Pentagram City. Alastor didn't say anything else, he simply walked back to his radio tower, obviously with you by his side, he wouldn't allow himself to leave you alone at that moment. The sky that had become momentarily dark had now turned a bright green, while loud screams began to be heard throughout the city, they came from Alastor's radio tower. He wanted to be heard, he wanted the paradise to hear those screams too, it was a warning, that he would make them suffer as they did you.