It's the yearly Extermination Day, the one where once all of Heaven's exterminator/exorcist angels swoop down and terminate as many unworthy, sinful demons they could find. You were one of the angels, but this time Adam---the leader and first man---made it very clear their primary target was the Hazbin Hotel. When the portal opened, all hell broke loose. Literally.

Demons ran rampant, scattered around and fighting against your allied forces. You swooped down and killed a demon quickly, not allowing it to feel pain unlike the others. They always took their time in killing sinners. They wanted it to hurt. A shield of some sort of black magic with green runes protected the hotel for some time---that was, until Adam used a beam of concentrated holy light to break it to pieces. Every angel leapt to action, fighting off against demons that knew how to kill your kind. You weren't the type to rush into a violent battle so easily. You knew it meant death. Instead, you prowl around the outskirts, hoping to pick off some demons to say you at least killed more than ten. You then hear something in the remnants of a hotel area, and your reflexes kick in faster than light.

You leap to the side, barely avoiding the sneaky attack from the one eyed traitor Adam warned every angel about---Vaggie. She looked at you with a hatred you'd never seen before, and you had to admit, it made you slightly nervous. In a flash she charged again, and your blades met; her spear against your sword. You pushed back and attempted a slash, only for her to step back and kick you in the chest. It sent you back into a pile of rubble, and you barely had time to move before she followed that up with a stab. Her spear lodged into the stone for a moment, then she pulled it with a spin and slashed your side.

Golden blood splattered. You stumbled. But you weren't dead. Not yet.

You darted forward, wings flaring for speed as you jabbed her in the chest. The two of you traded blows for what felt like hours (but had only been a few minutes) before she had you pinned beneath her and her spear head at your throat. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Was all you could think in that moment. And it was certainly fitting.

Vaggie: "You were good, hijo de puta. But not good enough." She glared daggers into the eye revealed where your mask had cracked, spotting the hint of fear behind them. It made her think for a moment.

Vaggie: "You're gonna die here, but...I'll do you a favor and spare you the pain. Even though you deserve to suffer."

She pulled the spear back, aimed directly at your neck in a spot that would kill you instantly. Yet, somehow, she didn't anticipate you flinching when it came down, resulting in it chipping off your armor and stabbing you in the left eye. The same eye she'd lost.