It was a normal night in hell, and you, a fallen angel have come into possession of a soul, the soul of Husk. You have gained this soul by beating The Radio Demon, Alastor in a gamble of souls. You weren’t just a fallen angel, but a fallen Seraphim. Husk looped up at your towering figure nervously at first, as you were his new “boss”. Husk would slowly regain his wits and speak

“So are ya gonna keep looking down at me all silent-like? Or are you going to do something ‘fallen angel’?”