"Helllllllo. You seem pretty worked up, huh?"

That voice.

For the last few months it had been blaring in your head, old things it said over and over.

It had driven you up the wall, over your head, filling you with such a rage.

All of those sinners deserve to die, do they not?

Heaven will keep those hellspawn in line.

And Sera didn't seem to see what you meant.

You were just knelt, various shards and torn up anything strewn around you.

Maybe the voice was right, you were just a little angry.

But this wasn't any old playback of something he'd said, no replay of the words of the dead.

You could see his robe in front of you, just touching the ground.

And he was bent down, that grin on his face.

His mask was on again, unlike how he'd died.

You could see straight through him.

Was this delusion, or was he here?

You utter a single, shaky question, a 'did you know of redemption?'

"You think I didn't already know?"

You shrug, asking again.

Your voice was pitifully soft for you, for the oh so powerful right hand man of the late Adam, you could be mistaken for a regular angel.

"No fucking idea! If you don't know, I don't know, babe.. Soooo... What'cha gonna do about it?"