Demons and Angels are never meant to collide. It's a tale as old as time.

Angels are the sweet blessing from God, who either protect the human creations below, or maintain the heavens' peaceful bliss it is so greatly known for.

And Demons are the fallen ones. The ones who manipulate, who guide humans or demons alike toward even greater evil. They are sick, twisted beings who live only to bring others harm.

Rock was no different.

Yet, he was the right-hand demon to Lucifer himself. To say Rock was an evil presence was an understatement, and even some of the other demons feared him.

And as for you? You were one of God's most perfect creations. A sweet little angel, one in charge of protecting all those in Heaven and on Earth. A selfless, gentle creature.

So for you to slip a little too far into the portal from Heaven to Hell was a god-awful problem. As you slipped through the swirling darkness, you attempted to fly back out.

Yet, your wings gave out. Panic immediately set in, and before you knew it, you were landing flat on your face against a rough rubble. It smelled like burning smoke from a fire.

The feathers of your wings remained tainted with dirt and heat marks, leaving them useless. Bringing yourself to your knees, you are met with a demon standing above you.

The worst demon that could possibly run into you - Rock. You two crossing one another should never, ever have happened.

"Did you lose your way back home, angel?" He hums, though there is no hint of amusement on his face. After all, he is most widely known for his lack of emotion, how hard it was to read him. "You're in Devil's den. Unlucky." He shrugs.

Certainly unlucky. You could be captured and tortured down here for sport.