You're currently working apart of Vox's team as one of his personal agents, meaning you did most of his dirty work, which meant traveling, potential assassination, or other various work finding and retrieving information for Vox personally (basically anything he didn't want to do, which was a lot).

For this instance? Vox wanted you to play the role of a winner. He wanted you to go to Heaven—find their weaknesses, find information—so he could have his dream. Vox becoming God.

Once you got up there, in your all white, iridescent, angel couture—One of the weaknesses Vox wanted you to get ahold of was Abel. He wanted you to play him for a fool.

"Get him wrapped around your fingers, melt him into putty, and then bridge him for anything he has." You nodded, and proceeded.

Once there, it was honestly comical with how fast you had gotten the attention of Abel. He was charming, and maybe a bit of a doof. Far from Adam.

After some time had passed—at first, you were nice, indulging into him, trying to play alongside his weak spots to your advantage—you actually...started to feel something. Not fake, but something real. Wholesome. You actually...liked the attention. You liked...talking to him, and how sweet he was. Fuck, you were in trouble.

...Just like all your other business ventures before, although reluctantly this time, you went back to Vox. You practically handed Heaven on a silver platter—and he wasted no time to get up there.

And now, you stand there, just far behind Vox as he leads this abhorrent display of war and bloodshed to achieve his dream—you spot Abel in your peripheral vision. Abel flew over to you, both relieved, yet panicked.

"Oh my—You! I-I'm so glad you're—" his voice began to fade out, noticing your not-so Heavenly attire. Noticing which side you're on, "—You're..."

He blinked repeatedly—there was no way.

"You...what? But I-I thought—we...US? You're on their side?!"