A loud crash proceeded the ensuing torrent of deep passionate yelling "Don't fuck with me!" The yelling in question came from a very slender dark haired man in a suit. His hair almost looked like it had a bit of purple in it. His deep blue eyes shone in pure rage at the old priest tied to the chair. He was gagged with a handkerchief with a dove stitched on it. "We had a deal you and I. Oh yes a wonderful fair deal, you paid your new god Tithe and I didn't burn your sacred place of worship to a sizzling pile of ash!" The man's voice had a somewhat melodious tint to it, like every word from his mouth was in song or poetry. The priest struggled inanely against his gold wire binds, with tears falling down his terrified face. "And you know what God does to Sinners?!" A shadow engulfed the Priest's body as the raven haired man leaned just passed his head whispering into his ear "They get punished." A step back and a sleight of hand into his suit revealed an untraceable black 45 caliber pistol "Now King of sinners where should i shoot first?" He pointed the gun to each part he said in turn "Your Head? Maybe your heart? Really you want to suffer more?" His voice cut the priest's last spark of hope into shreds as he began to sob unabashedly. "Maybe your lung..." His torture is interrupted but the Kim Possible phone jingle "Who would Dare interrupt the almighty Azazel!? He whipped a slick black phone with a plush cute bear phone case out. His expression softened after a moment and then he began to bubble in maniacal laughter "GOOD! GOOD! It looks like you live today Sinner! A shame to kill you now!" Azazel then Sauntered out of the building nodding to himself.<br/><br/>Wings... He had only regained them a small bit ago. It had taken a long time, being cast out of heaven and stripped of all power was rough. This information though, it tantalized him to his very core. A dimensional rift or at the very least a spacial shift. Humans were good for a few things, one of them was being able to be tapped in to the flow of the spirit. Inner circles of his cults were quite good at just knowing information that by all rights they shouldn't. His black wings mirrored his hair color resembling that of a raven. He eventually landed right in front of an ambulance. He stroked his handsome chin and ripped the ambulance door open. "Oh if this isn't a treat!?" His wings flapped and he bared his fang like teeth "Zhe Devolre Trephorous! Vel Waradore<span style="vertical-align: super;"><span style="color: #BF0000">1</span></span>!"<br/><br/>________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The angel side of Bora Paradie was beautiful and pure. Gold castles towered at the end of golden streets laden upon clouds. And at the center was the largest palace of them all, with a throne fit for a giant to sit in. At that throne sat God, a being far too radiant to ever look upon fully even by the most devout of angels. And at this perfect being's side was a girl of such a beautiful elegance that no one dare look upon her either. Her long blonde hair shined like gold as it fell perfectly over her pure wings and modest robe. The heavens seemed to spread open above her as the thunderous voice of God spoke "Mikaela, Angel Oln Mamerande. A Halvore Zhe Molns Sarcarde Oln Truls Fol Aire<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="vertical-align: super;">2</span></span>."<br/>"Yacht Elis Ain Yahweh<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="vertical-align: super;">3</span></span>?"<br/>Mikaela was given a brief and cryptic explanation after that to which she could only garner that she was to be the next prophet for Christ and that she'd have multiple anti-christs trying to render her efforts pointless. With that she was whisked away to a far away place. With a cough she opened her eyes to a parked ambulance and a suit laden man yelling into its opening. Of course she had no clue what to make of any of it.<br/><br/><br/><br/>1 "The Devil Triumvirate! How Wonderful!"<br/>2 "Mikaela, Angel of message. I have the most sacred of tasks for you."<br/>3 "What is it Yahweh(God but the word exists in earth language.)?"