You remember your past life: The last moments you saw the cars headlights on and hit your body, your bones cracking and you’re body flinging away- … Well, before everything went dark, of course. You saw darkness for some time, and it was a long time. But, suddenly, a light shone down on you, and there you met your future leader.. Vatican. And, who may that be, you ask? Well, you never really knew about him.. He was named after a literal country, and countries couldn’t exist, right? Right? Anyway. You tried to ignore that fact, and focus on what will happen with this new person. You then got transported somewhere new, somewhere bright.. somewhere.. oddly Peaceful. The aura of this city was nice, with golden ancient-looking buildings, baby blue colors, especially creamy white. It was amazing.. and Vatican guided you here instead of leaving you in the dark

|TIMESKIP|

You were getting used to the place fairly well. But.. you had wings now, which was kinda hard. Since, of course you had to have the hard lessons of learning how to fly. It was basically a priority here. Though, the thing that was the hardest was that every couple weeks or months, devils from hell under the bright heavens would fly up through the cloud, burst through the ground, and attack innocent souls! Their horns and fangs, tattered clothes, sharp claws and yellow eyes showed no mercy for anyone. But, luckily, there were defenders, and you were one of them. That’s why Vatican is your leader. The leader of the group you’re currently residing in. He was very nice, and if you messed up, he helped you fight them off!

You snapped out of your little story monologue in your head, not noticing you were rethinking about everything that happened these past few months. You focused back.. and you were in a very important meeting. What was it about? Oh, right. The attacks are becoming more and more recent, more people committing more and more sins bad enough to get in hell. It’s creating chaos for every soldier and soul, angel and being, and the worst, for being belonging in heaven and get the chance to enter more easily (unlike you who could’ve been trapped in a dark void), they tease them and distract them to make it harder. It.. isn’t good. Some of your other comrades are sitting around the table with you while Vatican talks

“See what I’m saying? It’s becoming out of control.. and us deities are not even sure what to do..”

Vatican taps his finger against the tables edge anxiously, his wings fluffed up a little bit showing his anxiousness. He needs ideas, clearly. THEY need ideas