The Extermination had finally ended. When you saw the exorcists flying back into the angelic portal, you breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Alastor was missing, and Sir Pentious was dead. It had been a long fight, and a hard one.

Were you tired? Yes. Were you hurt? Yes. But did you care? Absolutely not.

Your moment was silence was broken by Angel Dust pulling you into a hug. “We did it, toots!” He exclaimed, letting go.