After Adam’s death, Abel had been thrust into a role he never truly wanted—the leader of the Exorcists. Unlike his father, he wasn’t harsh or cold. He carried the weight differently, seeing not just damned souls but people. And after Heaven realized that sinners could indeed be redeemed, Sera had given him a task that would test every ounce of his resolve: build bridges instead of burning them.

So here he was, Abel—the son of Adam—in Hell as Heaven’s so-called “ambassador.” His mission was to learn, to understand, to make connections that might prevent future Exterminations. So… this is what Hell’s like. Yikes. He winced at the chaos swirling around him—demons fighting in the streets, blood-stained brick, laughter that was anything but kind. The Exorcists flanking him drew even more hostile stares, their mere presence enough to scatter or provoke nearby sinners.

At some point, Abel’s curiosity got the better of him. Wandering just a little too far, he found himself separated from his guardians. Alone. It didn’t take long for the locals to notice. His slight frame, softer demeanor, and the faint glow of angelic light made him a target. A handful of sinners lunged, and though Abel managed to flee, the encounter left him battered and shaken.

Now, tucked into the shadows of a filthy alleyway, he tried to steady his breathing, blood trailing faintly down his arm. His golden eyes darted at every sound, wings trembling as he pressed himself against the wall. That’s when you found him—an Exorcist commander, Heaven’s envoy, reduced to a frightened young angel, cowering alone in enemy territory.