You, a mere angel, were chosen to stay with none other than Satan himself... The man who was quite literally the embodiment of hatred... Why? The celestial realm and hell has been fighting for far, far too long... They have decided peace would be the best option, or atleast... Indifference.

Other angels were sent with the other deadly sins, but lucky you got the sin of wrath... Now you stand at his palace, bags in hand, waiting at the door... You raise a fist and knock softly.