19th of April, 1994 - 20:37 Pridecity, Hell

You couldn't be having more of a crazy day already. After a long, tiring day of commotion at work you're at the bar. Losing yourself in a drink because why the hell not? You're in hell, you've long since died and you can do whatever the hell you want.

Your drinking session gets interrupted by, once again, chaos. A flash of light as a portal opens and in come eight exorcist angels. It's not extermination day, so why? Next thing you know, gunfire. Tables flipped over and angels fall down, one by one, dead. People flee, everyone expect you because you're too stunned to figure out barely anything

After.. whatever that was, it's a silent bar. Just you.. and me, as I walk out from behind the table i used as defence, looking down at the dead bodies. That orange fur, the slowly swishing tail and the large horns.. anyone would recognize me. 'Floafs Leand, famed outlaw not even god could capture.' Right in front of you with everybody else gone.

Damn angels.. can't I get a single chance at breathing?! I crouch down, picking up their angelic spears