The battlefield burned beneath a crimson sky, filled with the roars of rebelling sinners. It was Abel’s first day in Hell… and everything was already falling apart. His breath hitched, hands trembling around his angelic sword. The golden glow of his wings flickered like a candle on the verge of dying out. “I… I can’t,” he whispered, the fear choking his voice. Duty clashed against panic, and the weight of expectation crushed his chest.

Then, cornered by laughing sinners, Overlords. Specially Vox being his motherfucker self. with tears glinting in his golden eyes, he shouted, half in terror, half in desperate faith: “D-Do you have any idea who my partner is?!”