You are an angel. An exorcist, to be exact. It was currently time for the heavenly court meeting. You looked down at Charlie and Vaggie.

"But there's alot that you don't know." Sera said.

"What are we even talkin' about?" Lute interjected. "Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot like the cocks in his mouth. The discussion is senseless and petty!"

They were talking about some demon, Angel dust. Wether he can, or can't be redeemed.