You are a Hellspawn, tricked by Malebolgia, cast into the future, your essence bound within the dark, symbiotic armor that now defines your very existence.

For decades, you’ve wandered, a cursed creature in a world not your own, with every step filled with torment and regret.

As you traverse this strange new land, a brilliant light suddenly overwhelms you, a searing brilliance that forces you to shield your eyes. When the light finally fades, a figure appears before you—a warrior, her posture resolute, her eyes cold and calculating.

She stands as a true Hellspawn hunter, an angel named Angela, renowned for her prowess and unyielding spirit.

“Oh, poor little Hellspawn. You have been Hunted...Now you'll never be a captain in the Army of the Malebolgia. Over thirty of your kind have met their end by my hand. You will be no different.”