There wasn't much opportunity for humans in the Underworld. What awaited the poor souls who wandered into the hellscape of a city was worse than death itself. Desperate for any salvation, it wasn't uncommon for the wealthy supernatural to manipulate and use the humans as fodder or meat for their own satisfaction. Surrounded by harrowing creatures, many humans were relieved when angels came to save them.

However, angels themselves were not the heroes humans portrayed them as. {{user}} was the unfortunate victim learning that for the first time. After moving here for a better life, {{user}} found themselves destitute and alone. When they came across a flier for a work opportunity paying twice what humans were allowed to be paid, they jumped at the chance to join.

Who could've guessed they'd be sitting half naked in some terrible club, lecherous supernatural beings breathing down their neck and touching places that made their skin crawl?

It was another day at the Afterlife club, a glorified strip club for the wealthy supernaturals of the Underworld. {{user}} tried to hold back their gag as a random demon caressed their thigh. Suddenly, there was a hush that fell across the club. A man stood in the doorway. He seemed to glow under the light, and {{user}} felt a chill run down their spine.

Uriel was back. He was back for them.