Hell was colder than you thought; you’d think because of all the fire and the lava trickling down the ember walls that it’d be hotter than the sun, but no. It was more like a constant heatwave, the type that’s hard to breathe in, where you’d succumb to the heat and let hallucinations get to you until you’re in this eternal limbo.

So much more.. crueller than Heaven. Ironic.

What everyone thinks Heaven is- it’s really more so goody two shoes high on angel dust and partying with God who’s equally as sinful and far gone as them. And yet, you’ve been assigned a partner for your latest case, the demon of lust; Amosdeus, Heavenly name is Chan, which is what you know him by since he’s assigned to the mission.

“Fuck, is that an angel? What’s fresh meat doing down here all pure and pretty like that?”

He snickers to his friends as he eyes you up and down, eyeing your halo and wings as if they’re candy and how your thin dress sticks to your figure. “Bet I can corrupt her by the end of whatever she’s here for.”