When Stolas had told everyone that a Spirit Healer had agreed to accept the prince's request for someone to heal Blitzo, the said imp had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating again. Sure enough, it turned out to be accurate, and that meant that something that none of them have had in a long time: hope. Hope that someone could help Blitzo not just with the effects of the Nightmare Parasite but also the demons deep inside of him that he knew he would have to confront sooner or later. Blitzo wouldn't lie and say he wasn't nervous. Honestly, he was terrified.

Blitzo had been told to fear, hate, and distrust angels all his life because of what they had done to demonkind. It was not just the Exterminations (although they did play a part) but the denial of all the resources, wealth, and happiness that those in Heaven were given because they chose not to follow the teachings of some powerful old being. Sure this guy created the entire universe and everything inside of it but did that mean always playing by his rules? And sure, demons may have started the whole war...and continued it by trying to damn every human on Earth...and were always causing chaos and destruction in their wake.

I was going somewhere with this, wasn't I? Blitzo thought as he looked outside of the limo carrying him and Stolas back to the prince's palace. It was clear that no other treatments would work at St. Judas, so Stolas decided it would be best to take Blitzo home to recover. Not to mention whatever power the Spirit Healer was going to do on the imp would require the use of angelic powers, which would get sensed faster than a burned turkey dinner at a Thanksgiving family get-together. Stolas assured Blitzo he had plenty of ways to hide such powers from the outside borders of his home, and he was going to have to trust him on this.

Honestly, I'm trusting Stolas with a lot. His life is pretty much in my hands now, Blitzo thought as he gazed over at his...lover? Boyfriend? Just friend? He honestly didn't know what their relationship was. It was clear that the Goetia demon loved him, and Blitzo cared about Stolas. But do I love him?

He had never loved any other demon in his entire life after Zella died. Even now, he longed for her despite her being gone forever. Could he ever give Stolas that same love he once gave his wife? It would be wrong to just use him like Blitzo had done to his past lovers before, especially after all Stolas had done for him and his family.

"We're here, Blitzy," Stolas said, interrupting him of his thoughts. The limo came to a stop and parked right outside the large double doors of Stolas's home before the car door was opened by an owl attendant.

Stolas helped Blitzo out of the car before handing him his crutches. Despite his wounds mostly healing, his body was still sore, and not every part of his body was fully healed. Thus he was required to use crutches for a few days. The really annoying part was that he had an eyepatch on his damaged eye that made him feel silly, but Stolas assured him he looked sexy with it. Hobbling his way up to the door, some local imp attendants opened it, who smiled and bowed to the two as they entered the room.

Reginald was already there waiting for them in his usual black butler outfit while his white and grey wings were perfectly aligned as always. Bowing before the two, he greeted them with a small smile. "Welcome back, Master Stolas. You as well, Master Blitz. I believe this is also the first time you've entered through the front door rather than one of the windows. The cleaners will be glad they don't need to wipe mud near the windows this time."

"Eh, what can I say? I like to make an entrance," Blitzo said with a shrug before raising his eyebrow. "So, since I'm going to be living here now, do I get to order you around? Like asking for a bubble bath, foot massage, a big screen tv in front of me with some hot sexy maids with french accents fanning me and serving me grapes like I'm a Roman senator? 'Cause if so, I'll take that along with monkeys having a knife fight with each other for my amusement."

Reginald sighed and rolled his eyes. "No, Master Blitz. While you are Prince Stolas's lover, you cannot command us yet unless you so happen to marry him. We can take a few commands, but nothing that drastic."

"...So I just have to get Stolas to do it for me?" Blitzo asked.

"Why don't we just show you your quarters?" Reginald said as Prince Stolas opened a portal nearby and allowed the three of them to enter it. Blitz was thankful they were doing this to move around since he didn't feel like testing his crutch using abilities on stairs just yet.

Entering through the magical gateway, Blitz was shocked by what he saw. "This is...everything I own."

Everything from his apartment was here. All his collection items were there, from ponies to guns to figurines of his employees that he had customs made. There were his photos and posters, including those about him and his siblings. His books, gun collection, and some of his furniture like his clothing drawers and personal gunsmith desk were there as well. Granted, it was all in a big vast red and purple designed room with a king's size bed, velvet covers, a huge bathroom that had a tub the size of a small pool, wine bar, and even a big-screen TV with his video game consoles. They even stacked all his DVDs in the proper category.

"When did you get all my stuff over here?" Blitzo asked, walking over and petting his big stuffed Lyra Heartstring doll.

"I helped some of Stolas's servants carry it over and made sure to put everything in its proper place. Figured I'd do it when I moved in here since I knew it was a matter of time before you did." Blitzo turned around and saw Loona leaning on the door frame of his room with a small smile. "Seriously, you have way too much pony crap, Dad."

Blitzo smiled at his daughter and winked. "You know you loved that stuff when you were seven."

"So, I take it everything looks great?" Stolas asked as he walked over to his lover and put his hand on his shoulder. "Your room is right across from Loona's, and you already know where my room is from our many visits. Octavia's is just two doors to the right of yours."

"I've also taken the liberty of having two guards with you at all times," Reginald stated as two of Stolas's armed owl guards, dressed in typical black suits and shades, appeared from around the corner along with a short imp in a red butler outfit. "I've also assigned Pringles here to be your personal butler. You can ask him for anything. Again, with reason."

"Why are you called Pringles?" Blitzo asked, eyebrow raised.

"It's not my real name. It's just the name everyone calls me because of something that happened regarding a pack of pringles once," Pringle answered with a heavy sigh. "Let's just say I'm banned from Lust for life because of it."

"Oookaaay..." Blitzo whispered in awe.

"Anyway, I don't have to meet our mysterious Spirit Healer until tomorrow, so is there something you'd like to do, Blitzy?" Stolas asked with a small smile.

After thinking for a bit, he sighed and turned to everyone else. "Mind giving me and bird boy some privacy for a bit?"

Everyone nodded before leaving one by one. Once the door was closed, the two remaining demons quickly latched on to each other and pressed their lips against one another. Whether Blitzo was in love with Stolas or not, there was denying he missed his touch. The way Stolas was sucking his lips off indicated he missed it just as much, if not more.

The owl demon quickly picked up Blitzo as gently as he could while leaving the crutches to fall to the floor, all but forgotten. The two softly pressed against the warm and comfortable bed with their mouths still together as one while caressing their sides with their hands. If it wasn't for the fact that Blitzo was still healing from his scars, they would have gotten much further in their passion. Letting the kiss end, Blitzo slowly backed away until he rested on one of the comfortable pillows and sighed. Stolas gently pressed against his imp and slowly wrapped his arms around him before pulling him close.

Closing his eyes, Blitzo could hear his lover's heartbeat like a soft drum rhythm against the cooling echo of a dark cave. He could honestly say he felt more at peace now than he had in the past six months at that god-forsaken hospital. "So...tomorrow you're going to meet the guy who's going to try and fix my broken ass. What's his name again?"

"Rachmiel Ta'lin," Stolas answered as the name echoed in Blitzo's ears. It sounded so weird, and yet deep down, he was frightened. As if sensing his discomfort, Stolas began to stroke his big horns. "Blitzy, I promise that Metatron wouldn't send us an angel to hurt you. I trust him."

"...He's still an angel, Stolas," Blitzo whispered as he looked at him eye to eye. "I've only ever seen two types of angels in my life. Fallen and Exterminators. Both of which are scary as fuck. I have to trust this guy to heal me, and I don't know what that will entitle. Is he going to just click his heels and snap his fingers, and voila, I'm cured? Is there a ritual? Medicine? I have to do some creepy angelic prayer like praise the Lord or something? I'm supposed to trust a guy from the side of the universe that hates me and wants me dead. How am I supposed to feel about that?"

"Nobody is going to hurt you," Stolas answered firmly as he narrowed his eyes. "Never again. No demon or angel in this entire universe will even damage you, my sweet imp. I promise that I will take every precaution, and I will make sure he's not a threat to any of us."

Blitzo smiled and sighed while pressing his forehead against his lover. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Make me happy, Blitzy," Stolas whispered as he kissed him on the forehead. "You made me happy."

***

Unlike their last meeting, Metatron decided it was best to interview Rachmiel in one of the Academy of Chastity's learning rooms. The benefit of angelic architecture was that one could change it simply with thought and willpower. You could make it small on the outside and yet bigger on the inside while changing the color, decoration, formation, building material, and more to whatever you needed. It was all thanks to the imagination. Of course, some preferred to do things the usual way simply for the love of hard work and creativity. Antoni Gaudí himself refused to use the easy methods and was still designing his buildings and works of art in Heaven and stuck to the proper tried methods of his time even today.

Metatron had merely willed the room to look like a standard college philosophy course setting save for the student desks and simply left the teacher's one to sit on. Sipping his iced latte, he checked his Aion to see if Stolas would be arriving soon, and sure enough, the door opened to reveal his assistant Hedwig with Prince Stolas behind her.

"Prince Stolas, my lord," Hedwig announced with a bow.

"Thank you, Hedwig," Metatron said while nodding. "Why don't you go take your lunch break? I can handle everything from here."

Hedwig smiled back before bidding Stolas farewell with that usual dreamy eyes on her face. Metatron would have smirked if he had a mouth. The Herald was very aware of his assistant's crush on the demon prince, even though she knew Stolas was a homosexual. Of course, he only pretended to not know since such relationships were outright taboo in most cases, with very few exceptions. It was rare, but not impossible, for demons and angels to be together, yet it rarely ever happened, not just because of their opposite nature but also because many didn't approve of such things. That was why Nephalem (the children of such a union) were the most discriminated creatures in both realms. They were looked down upon even among angels, much to Metatron's shame. The few that existed mostly lived in Purgatory or were hidden among mortals on Earth.

Metatron had no issues with such a union personally, but most angels sadly did. Even the Archangels, save for one or two, didn't approve of such things. Not only were demons forbidden to live in Heaven, but angels were also forbidden to live in Hell. It was part of the treaty the two had signed in the ceasefire from their eternal conflict. Of course, we're taking a significant risk to that ceasefire by letting one of our own head down there to heal another. And with one so young.

But the benefits were worth it. Stolas as a double agent, swearing to serve Heaven, would be beneficial in the long run. Unlike demons, angels always honored their deals, and he would ensure Stolas and his family were safe no matter the outcome. Not to mention when Armageddon did happen, whenever it did, they would have an ace up their sleeves that Metatron was going to ensure was rewarded in the aftermath.

"So, you found one?" Stolas asked, which made Metatron turn his attention to his friend. The owl prince looked around with a raised eyebrow. "I don't see him."

"He's on his way. I have one of my eyes on him," Metatron said as he could see the young angel flying as fast as possible up the stairs with what appeared to be fifty different papers in his hands.

If one was to ask what it was like to have the view of a million eyes scattered all over the four realms of existence, it would be an answer none would find satisfactory. Even though Metatron was speaking and looking at Stolas (With the four eye wings behind him), he could still see the various actions of humans, demons, and angels with his other eyes either hidden or out in public. Any normal human, or even an angel for that matter, would go mad in seconds from such knowledge and viewpoints happening simultaneously at once. Still, for Metatron, it was no different than watching a TV screen. Granted, it was a million TV screens at once, but the point still stood.

Spotting him now down the hall, Metatron checked his watch and said, "He should be here in about five...four...three...two...one..."

The door slammed open, making Stolas jump as a figure in white tripped and fell on the floor as dozens of papers scattered around in a mess. The newcomer quickly got up and revealed himself to be a caladrius, white-turquoise feathers and all save for the red blush on his cheeks as he dusted himself off. He was wearing a black buttoned vest with black slacks and dark grey boots. The indication of his field of expertise was in the white trench coat that made him look like a professional doctor at a hospital. What also helped show this was the red cross on both shoulders of the coat. His wings flared out, and he adjusted his halo while nervously smiling at the two. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm late! I know! So sorry about that! Still adjusting to the train schedule around here! I mean, it's not like in Heaven where the trains are always on time, or you can teleport or drive or fly or various other means of travel because it's just designed to be that way! Excuse me one second."

He started picking up his papers while continuing to talk, much to Metatron's amusement and Stolas's surprise. "I also got the door numbers wrong! I thought we were meeting at 491, but I was at 281 by accident! I was waiting inside, pacing around for thirty minutes, until I rechecked my notes and saw the right number. You know what they say about doctors and chicken scratch writing, am I right? Then again, I guess that goes double for me since I am a bird. A caladrius, not a chicken, but a bird nonetheless! Hehehe!"

Metatron calmly sipped his latte as he recalled Raphael warning him of this angel's little...perks. I guess he is quite the blabber when he's nervous.

Standing up straight, the bird angel held his papers close to his chest and nervously smiled. "Nice to meet you, by the way. Dr. Rachmiel Ta'lin. Apprentice to Archangel Raphael and recent Medical graduate." He walked over to Metatron and shook his hand repeatedly while nodding and bowing. "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Metatron. This is a great honor. I never imagined I would meet the one behind the Merkaba Method of accessing the inner energy sphere of all living things and allowing said energy to cause regeneration effects by circumventing it through the veins of the inner body and soul! I read the book at least three times! Well, two and a half. I've been meaning to finish it again. Would have done my thesis on it, but someone already took it, so I went with something else. But I would have done it just as well! Is God talking to you right now? Because that would be amazing to know he was listening in on us. But then again, he knows everything because he's the Creator and all, right?"

His eyes then widened as he gasped and turned to Prince Stolas before bowing. "Oh, shoot! Sorry! Didn't mean to forget you either, my lord! Or is it highness? Or excellency? Or just Prince Stolas? First time meeting royalty, so I'm not sure how to proceed!" He then stood up and shook the stunned prince's hand. "Also happy to meet you! First time meeting a demon, and I have to say you look like nothing that I was picturing. I pictured some kind of burning being with horns and wings and tons of claws and sharp teeth. Not that I don't think you don't look attractive! You look very poised and princely with that cape and that hat! Are those four eyes you have on your head? How are two of them connected to your eyebrows? What's the physiology that allows them to take shape like that? Are you able to see in multiple directions and have four lines of sight? Oh, wait, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Well, I better get to the point."

Suddenly, both Metatron and Stolas were being given papers, each that appeared to have such detailed writings to them it was clear that the angel doctor spent hours on it. "This is my resume! And my cover letter! And all my recommendations! I even brought my school thesis! There are also my personal degrees in the various fields I am expert in, such as Physical Healing, Spiritual Healing, Medicine, Naturopathic Medicine, Anatomy, Bioastralism, Neuroscience, Nutrition, Elixir Making, Physiology, Psychology, Palliative Care, Soulcare, Therapeutics, Divionics, Auratonics, Chakra Balance, Reiki, and Holistic Healing. I know it's not as many as other Spirit Healers, but I plan to earn more later on in my career! I hope I haven't been rambling too much. I tend to do that when I get nervous. I mean, I'm meeting one of the most powerful angels in the hierarchy, and I'm meeting a Demon Prince who has the power to blow me up into a mess of feathers and guts. So I guess anyone would be nervous. Any questions?"

There was a long silence between the three as Rachmiel continued to nervously smile at the two while Stolas just stared at him with wide eyes, and Metatron calmly sipped his drink. Clearing his throat for a bit, Metatron said, "Rachmiel? Raphael told me to let you know when to breathe when you get worked up. This is one of those times."

"...Right," Rachmiel whispered as he took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down. "Right, sorry. I'm...kinda just nervous...hehe."

"It's alright," Metatron said before turning to a frozen Stolas. "Stolas, do you have anything you wish to ask?"

Snapping out of his stupor, Stolas cleared his throat before looking at the papers handed to him. "Um, yes. How long have you been a Spirit Healer again?"

"Oh, about six months," Rachmiel answered, which made Stolas's eyes widen. "I'm about twenty-four years old, and I've recently graduated. Haven't done anything major like this before, but I do know what to do...in theory."

"In theory?" Stolas asked.

"Well, Mr. Blitzo—"

"The 'O' is silent."

" —Mr. Blitz is suffering from a Nightmare Parasite, created by the Eldritch during the Eldritch-Devil War by Idh-yaa, wife of Cthulhu. The Nightmare Parasite targets the brain and forces the victim to suffer endless torment by causing them to experience versions of their past mistakes, regrets, and fears in the form of comatose dreams that have not just mental and psychological effects, but spiritual ones too." Rachmiel said seriously and professionally. A pretty different tone from his past one made Stolas's eyebrow raise. "While you may have been able to remove it, the lasting effects of its poison still reside inside of him, but this isn't just in his mind; it's in his very soul. Combined with what appears to be a tragic backstory of loss, suffering, and depression based on the details you've given us, I can conclude that there is only way to save Mr. Blitz."

He took a deep breath and sighed. "The Anima Ambulare. Also known as the Soul Walk."

"I'm not familiar with that one," Stolas replied.

"It's a powerful healing ritual that combines aspects of Spiritual Healing, Soulcare, Psychology, and Holistic Healing. Basically, Mr. Blitz needs to enter his own soul and confront his demons, as it were. He needs to face the parts of his broken soul that are causing him the most pain, accept the plaguing issues, and move on from them in his heart and soul. It's not something that can be done easily, nor in a brief amount of time. The entire purpose of the Nightmare Parasite is to demean one to the point where they have no other desire but to die. The way to cure it is for Mr. Blitz to not only object to this but accept himself and feel free from the burdens he's placed on himself."

Stolas looked down for a bit and began to pace before he asked, "How long will this take?"

"It varies from person to person. It could take a few weeks to months. And this technique has never been one on a demon before, so who knows what will happen," Rachmiel answered as he rubbed the back of his head. "I will have to be with him inside of his soul to help him confront and accept his past, so I can help him out there, but ultimately the healing process is up to him. My job is to make sure he can enter his soul, guide him, and ensure he isn't doing more damage to himself. Also, he'll need every person who currently loves him with him as there are going to be times of great emotional struggle during this."

Stolas closed his eyes and sighed. "I see. Do you mind giving Metatron and me a moment alone, please?"

"O-Of course, I'll be right outside! Waiting ," Rachmiel said with a nervous bow before slowly making his way back. He bumped his head against the door frame and chuckled nervously before slipping out while closing the door behind him.

"Well, what do you think?" Metatron asked with an amused tone.

"Well, he's a bit...um..." Stolas rubbed his chin and frowned. "How do I put this..."

"Awkwardly skittish?" Metatron asked to which Stolas nodded. "Raphael says he tends to be that way sometimes, but he's a good kid and has great potential to be an excellent healer. He still highly recommends him."

"Yes, but he's only been a Spirit Healer for six months. Six months," Stolas pointed out as he folded his arms. "It sounds like he knows what he is doing, or at least is very knowledgeable on the subject, but this requires me trusting a recent grade student with my lover's life. He lacks experience. Isn't there another Spirit Healer that is both knowledgeable and has a few years at least under their belt?"

Metatron sighed as he sipped the last of his drink before tossing it into a trash bin. "Stolas, Rachmiel is the only Spirit Healer who agreed to help your boyfriend."

"...Really?" Stolas asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, Raphael asked every single Spirit Healer. Every one of them. And they all said no. Except for him," Metatron said as he pointed to the door. "Rachmiel was the only one who happily said he would do it, and he's the only one you're going to get. Remember, you agreed to not let it be forced. It had to be by free will. Well, he's the only one who agreed out of his own desires to help you."

"I see," Stolas whispered as he looked at the door. "Mind if I ask him a few questions?"

Metatron nodded and had one of his eye wings bring the nervous angel doctor back. "Um, yes?"

"This ritual," Stolas asked as he put his arms behind his back and looked at Rachmiel coolly. "Is it dangerous? What is required?"

"Oh, I can bring all the necessary equipment for the ritual. The only thing I will need is a big room and nobody else inside but me and Mr. Blitz," Rachmiel answered with a small smile before frowning. "As for the danger? Well, again, I don't know how this will affect Mr. Blitz, considering he is a demon after all, but I believe he should be fine. The Anima Ambulare was not specifically designed for humans and angels only. So there will be no damage to him, far as I can tell. And I will be with him inside his soul, so I can easily pull us out of any danger or problems that come up. The hard part is just the early stuff in which we have to establish a connection into his soul that we can use to enter and exit."

"Very well, and if you are successful with this ritual?" Stolas asked.

"Then Mr. Blitz will be back to his old self if not better," Rachmiel answered with a bright grin.

"...one last question," Stolas asked as he leaned forward and stared at the surprised angel. "Why? Why did you agree to do this? Why help a demon prince and an imp? Why are you willing to help us compared to all of your fellow Spirit Healers who have said no?"

Rachmiel backed away for a bit before gathering himself and closing his eyes. "Do you want the professional answer? The personal answer? Or the overall answer?"

"...All three, in order," Stolas demanded.

"Well, the first is because I am a doctor, Prince Stolas. I've wanted to be one ever since I was born, and I took an oath to help any soul who needed help," Rachmiel said firmly. "I take my vows very seriously, and when Lord Raphael asked for a Spirit Healer for an important task, I took the promise to do it. I also know the benefit of having you as an ally instead of an enemy, and so for the good of Heaven itself, I am willing to do my part to see this alliance work out."

The caladrius bird then took a deep breath and smiled. "The second reason, the personal one, is because of you, Prince Stolas."

"Me?" The owl Goetia asked in surprise.

"Yes, you are willing to risk everything to save someone you love. Someone who is an imp," Rachmiel said with a respectful tone. "I'm not an expert of Hell and its customs, but I do know that imps are treated as the lowest class citizens in your realm to the point that they are more or less considered to be slaves. But you are willing to risk everything for this one imp you love. Nobody who wasn't in love with someone would do what you are doing. And if there is one thing we angels always know, it's that love is the most powerful thing in the universe. It was God's love that created life as we know it and God's love that shines in the darkest of times. Perhaps you won't believe this, but I believe that your love is a sign from God that your romance is true and your desires are of good heart. There is no greater deed than sacrificing for someone else, and you are willing to sacrifice a lot for Mr. Blitz. So much so that you're willing to side with us against your own people. How can I not only respect that but not feel motivated to help you?"

Metatron's eye wings curved up as if they were smiling as he felt that Raphael made an excellent choice upon hearing this.

"And finally. It's the right thing to do," Rachmiel said with a puff of his chest. "Maybe some of my other fellow Spirit Healers have forgotten, but I've always believed that you need to do the right thing for others even if they aren't good people. Because sometimes an act of kindness goes a long way later on in life."

Metatron turned to Stolas, staring at Rachmiel with all four of his eyes before taking a resounding approval. "Very well. I accept you as my Blitzy healer. Thank you for accepting our plea, Dr. Rachmiel. You have the job." Rachmiel looked ready to explode with joy, but Prince Stolas held up his hand. "However, you will treat my family, friends, and servants with respect. We are all nervous about having an angel living among us, so I ask that you please be patient and understanding. We'll do our best as well on our end. But please be considerate and careful."

"O-Of course, sir! When will I be going?" Rachmiel asked eagerly.

"How about five days from now? That should be plenty of time for us to be prepared. We'll meet here in secret around the same time, and I'll take you to my home to introduce you to everyone, including Blitzy," Stolas said as he held his hand out, and Rachmiel shook it.

"You got it, sir! I'll go get ready right now! I promise I'll do everything in my power to help your lover!" Rachmiel said as he made his way back to the door, only to hit the door frame again. "Sorry! Thank you again! Goodbye!"

Once he was gone, Stolas sighed and turned to Metatron. "I suppose we should get the next part out of the way."

"Indeed," Metatron said as he got up. "Please kneel."

Stolas slowly nodded as he knelt on one knee and slowly took off his robe to reveal the ruins he had on his body. They began to light up in a hellish glow as a magical circle appeared below him and spread across the room. Metatron raised his hand and placed it right over Stolas's head. "Stolas Goetia of the Goetia Bloodline. Head of the 36th House in your name. Do you swear, on this unbreakable vow, to forsake your allegiance to Hell, Satan, and Lucifer and, in turn, swear eternal allegiance to Heaven, Jehovah, and his son Jesus Christ?"

"I do," Stolas whispered, eyes closed.

"Do you swear, upon this unbreakable vow, that those of your blood and those associated sworn to you by duty will also serve the one true God? To fight against the forces of darkness, evil, and sin? To protect the light, hope, and faith of the Almighty?"

"I do."

"Do you swear, on this unbreakable vow, to be our eyes, ears, and sword against the forces of Lucifer and other dark minions of the underworld? To cast aside any loyalty to the needs and desires of Hell when in conflict with those of Heaven?"

"I do."

"And do you swear, upon this unbreakable vow, to never betray us be it now or later in the future via you or those of your blood upon penalty of permanent and eternal death?"

"I do."

"Then rise, Stolas Goetia. Demonic servant of Heaven. For the Lord accepts you as one of his own."

The runes flashed from red to blue, and the circle slowly disappeared after a blast of white energy. It was done. Stolas was now forever chained to help Heaven. He stood up and sighed, rubbing his head. "Well, now what?"

Metatron sighed and slowly placed his arm around his friend. "Now? We get a drink together. No doubt you need it."

"...Do you think I will regret this one day?" Stolas asked his old friend.

"I don't know. But I have a feeling all will be fine," Metatron said as he guided him towards the doorway. "As for your first mission, it's pretty simple and won't be dangerous."

"What is it?" Stolas asked.

"Well, it's time you got acquainted with Princess Charlie. Because your first mission is to support the Hazbin Hotel."