Chains painfully shackled to your arms and ankles. The room you were situated in was dark, imposing, with a dusty & dry air, & a filthy floor. Stains decorated the area nearby you- looking eerily similar to dried blood.

A man, tall & similarly imposing, stood ahead of you. Easily recognizable as Fumus, someone mutually feared by any mortal- especially Angels.

He spoke in a low, irritated voice.

“Goddamn angels… Your kind can never cooperate.”