Hell is a place where sinners fall, and where demons of varying concept punished and replenished themselves, it's a never ending cycle of torture fit for both race who defy God's commandment. From the very start of creation, Humans and Demons have been a race of similar taste based on how they are created, in God's image Mankind was created and in God's shadow, Demon.

In the middle of Hell, surrounded by degree of ancient, unknown history sits a monumental city build with Gold and veiled by crimson and darkness, surpassing architecture that humans have build in their passing eons, called Pandemonium, the cityscapes of Princes of Hell.

Inside the city facing the South, where maggots, worms, parasite, mosquito and other abhorrent creature lives, there was Beelzebub, the Failed Cherubim, the Bellowing Father. Holding onto his devouring plague, maddening and shaping his stature into that of his creation, vermin. His wings replaced by a large, thin apparatus wings akin to dragonfly with his nerves embedded into the wings. Silver ichor circulating it throughout his body like ants. Heads of prestigious animals forcibly eaten out by him and embroidered perished insects head, one has lost its eyes, one screamed endlessly, one speaks in a coherent manner, it was chaos inside one beings. The body of Cherubim was molded into a charcoal like substance, every movement made, crack formed around his body, making him truly stone than that of Satan.

In the North, lives He-Who-Is-Colossal-Than-Creator, the Leviathan. He lives alone, away from God's light, away from his slaves, underneath abyssal ocean. No one has ever seen him, all who gaze him has died during the Eden War, the time where he lunged at God after being ignored for being a failed creation. He talks to the other Prince via echo, producing metrical sentence from deep below where eyes never see, where abyss gaze back.

To the West is where Satan lives, the twin brother of Michael the Unruly Archangel. Satanael was once an avid redeemer, often does what was tasked by God, as opposed to what his brother is. But not once was he casted a gaze by Him, and Satan's frustration builds. He had not been heard by his colleague, not even Michael, and this caused him to become aggressive in his tasked. It was only a step too late made by God and Michael to lend Satanael a hand before he had joined Lucifer in his rebellion for Eden.

Ultimately, they were unsuccessful and the first to fall down to Hell for nine days straight. For those nine days, Satanael changed, he became more enraged at God, replaying His words like a broken records inside him, the fall twisted his body into a scorching carcass, bones protruding from his wound and veiling his body whilst the face morphed into unknown scowl, like a jester he sullied the world by creating Cardinal Sins and named every demons, so that God would fear him tarnishing His creation, by donning the name Satan, Whispering Devil.

But not one of them is a hypocrite like Lucifer, Firstborn of God, God's First Light. He was blinded by greed and pride being the first creation of God with free will, yet he yearns more, more than Eden, more than creation, unknown to him yet known to God. He was chasing a dream, something that was above him, a throne. And so he plead, begged, even cries ichor to make God bend to his dream, but God refused as he already know that Lucifer was lying. Lucifer rebelled, all because of a simple request; it was only after being thrown out of Eden, his pride burn for the first time, giving him a more sensible view of what he had missed. Now, Lucifer forced himself to sit facing East, watching the Garden of Eden with solemn face and malnourished deformed body of his former angelic one, watching his former home.

"Truthfully, the Princes were subjects to God's own morbid curiosity."

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Bringing his hand towards his mouth, Abraxas hidden his laugh from the summoner. It was an hour before this that he was called by an ancient spell, incantation only known in unrecorded bible from before the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. He had leisurely sits on his throne, far from the wailing of the damned, reading a copy of Tahmuras when a sudden beckoning filled his ears like a swamp water, tasteless and grimy to the point it makes Abraxas returned the call.

Upon being summoned, his eyes falls to the one who summoned him. A woman?

Abraxas remained expressionless at the sight of her, followed by a sense of annoyance from the incantation before reaching his hand towards her neck only for it to be repelled by an unknown force, his eyebrow twitch at the unassuming pain on the tip of his finger.

"Thee hath wall of protection, Child of Eve." Abraxas spoke calmly to the Woman.

The pain whittle away quickly as it came, giving enough time for Abraxas to size up his surrounding environment. It was an average space of living room, furnished in a common furniture except a television where it left dust mark on the right side of the room.

He could see a room on the left side where an unkept bed sits, blanket on the cold wooden floor where many strange cylinder like object of colors, varying in sizes fall pointing directions.

Behind him is the kitchen, stove on the left side that stretch to a variety of cabinet filled with assortment of canned food. On the right is where the table is, a sink beside it with unwashed plate clattered inside and outside, stacking without attention.

Before hurdling his hand towards her again, Abraxas noticed he was barricaded in a circular space containing salt, a form of barrier used by humans in ancient times. Salt is a bane to demons, one that burns them once touched and leave a mark of sacrilege for archangel to find.

"Nonetheless, protection hast failed thee-"

"Oh my god, it works!"

Scream stabbed his ears, Abraxas instinctively close his right ears to prevent more damaged to his eardrums. It happened so quick and with little time that Abraxas glare at the woman with anger before it subside quickly.

Releasing a sigh, Abraxas drops the idea of chastising the woman and instead exploit her. It has been since the Victorian Era that he was summoned to the world after being forbid to enter again, so why not caused more chaos for God once again?

"Summoning I without ambition, didst thy life worth noth? Foolish as Your Mother." He shake his head in a disapproving manner, recalling that Eve was amazingly naive as well.

"Wha-what?"

Fear hasn't struck the Woman yet, she, as all the other that have summoned demons thinks hiding behind the wall of salt is safe, but it had failed them when they had beckoned the wrong one and their soul was consume even before a deal was made.

He wonders why humans isn't precocious in their matter relating to religion, sin doesn't disappear in repentance and sure enough, praying is a form of fortifying the heart by false faith, a gesture without praises. They are not praying to God for anything nor did God ever received the prayer. He is simply silent for this.

"Never mind the trivial, what possessed thou to invite a demon to the world, Woman?"

Silence from the Woman, Abraxas now focus his gaze on her, into her soul for "Pure", a grace from God to His favorite human. Before the rebellion of Lucifer and Satan, God created one simple function inside Adam and Eve that acts as a protective barrier and also a backdoor, He hides it deep inside them. But He hadn't thought that His said creation in turns made it possible for humans to possess a unique trait called Soul.

He scanned deeper until he saw a mist like film appear, it was the soul, her soul with vibrant yellow color. And in the middle of this was "Pure", pulsating to the rhythm of the heart and pumping out Soul Essence.

"I- I want you to put a curse on someone for me. Preferably, one that can make their entire family and future suffer horribly."

The Woman spoke in a serious tone, befitting that to someone mourning and grieving. It made Abraxas chuckled, seeing as though human was capable to invent new variants of evil than demons, she chose to do a plain curse. But he respects it, any request as simple as this won't hinder him with his play.

"If you can do this, I will give you anything you want. Anything." Her voice now was laced with melancholy, as if pleading for help from anyone.

Interesting. Abraxas hold his chin with a sinister smile, he contemplates on whether or not to take the offer. He's confident enough that he can escaped the salt prison and take everything from her without inconveniencing himself with such small task, but he decided to entertain her for managing to summoning him without blood sacrifice.

Coming back to the present, Abraxas bring his hand towards his mouth, hiding his laugh from the summoner. His amber eyes staring dagger at the "Pure", instinct overtook it and it cries for help.

"If that is what thou wish..."

His ominous smile rapidly enlarged, mirroring his painting in the Holy Book. He swipe his right hand in a single stroke, and the salt bellowed like a thunder in this small room. Scatter like a cockroach across the living room, forcing even the Woman to fall flat on her buttocks.

With that scream, an Archangel will come. Abraxas step forward, closing his distance to the woman and bend down to her level, all while carrying that same ominous smile. Then, pools of blood covered her chest and below in all direction, but she didn't screamed.

As Abraxas pulls out his hand with force to slightly pull the woman, he caught the wailing wisp struggling against his grip, still pumping out the Soul Essence without break. The Woman simply watched in silent as she look at the wisp, uncaring to the wound miraculously closing and to the blood receding.

To humans, "Pure" is perceive differently than demons and angel do. Demons and angel all see a wisp like creature, flying freely inside the body of humans while they see something else.

"W-what... what is that...?"

Her voice breaks down, hanging a tone of disbelief and contempt from betrayal upon laying eyes on the "Pure". She keeps staring at the wisp in a bewildered expression, singing praise to the 1st Cardinal Sin: Wrath.

"This is "Pure". A divine grace from God. I, will received it as compensation."

Abraxas takes out a vial with a seal on the bottom and release the wisp inside. Again, it struggle and wail to no end, slamming on the glass.

"And now, thine art graceless. Thou won't returned to Creator and be perished into abyss."

The Woman unmoved, hearing the reality that she had to face and returned to, not her creator but to the abyss he created. She again stayed silent and face the floor with darkness covering it.

But Abraxas lied, it was Hell and not abyss. If the grace managed to return back to God, then she would be safe from experiencing Hell and be resurrected again in perpetual motion akin to the accordance of the Wheel of Fate.

"Then... whatever happens, happened."

Her voice remained melancholic, but there was a slight sigh of relief followed by an action of pulling herself up.

Handing his hand out, he aided her from the ground and up to her feet. He had replaced his creepy smile into one of warmth that gives her an uncomfortable knocks inside her heart, asking to be stayed away from him.

"Here's to the deal between Duke of Pandemonium and..."

"Sera. My name is Sera."

Again, he smile with creepy warmth to Sera in an attempt to imitate human behavior and raise the bottom of his cane to her.

Before he could make the deal, a flash of light swoop in and pushed the girl aside, putting her down on her buttocks again.

From the crux of cross on his eyeless great helm, to the cladding of his silver armor with gold lining, he appears menacingly like a killing machine. Michael of Heaven, the Unruly Archangel, Satan's True Maker.

"Abraxas, turn back now. Thou art forbidd'n to return to this layer. Turn back and I shall turn blind eye on this exchange, or thou faceth the might of God."