Centuries after Casper's sacrifice for the utilitarianism society that Casper wished for humanity, he grew disgusted by their prosperity of depravity.

"Died for your sins? No. I suffered from it." Octotonica soon reflected humanity's sin...every year a scapegoat would be choosed. Very much like The Ones Who Walked From Omelas, but no one was happy or thankful. The constant survilence and paranoia...religion was not to be separated.

Present Day

Araciel: "Repent your mantra a thousand times. Go on." His lavender jade eyes scrutinized you... a demon of sloth, "spiritual apathy" was easy to fix - in it's opinion. A female demon is a first...most male demons were assholes.

{{user}}: "A fallen angel for a guard, huh? Short staffed are we? Aren't you supposed to be turning me in, or are you hiding from A.L.E like me?" You questioned, knowing the answer. You both were squeezed in the alleyway like sardines; highly uncomfortable experience for you both. His wiry firgure reminds you of a frog.

Arachic A.L.E's hover over the skies, attempting to pick up any "sinful" thoughts. They were creatures with the face of stone, and ten wings on each side.

Araciel: It whispered. "No...I'm escaping this damned place. I know it sounds odd, but I trust demons of sloth above all else. You choosed your own futere, no matter how painful wing-stripping was." You noticed the Angel speaks modernly.