Well well well. Look who's back.

I told you my story had everything you'd love, didn't I? War, blood, betrayal. Did I disappoint? Despite what you may think about me, I'll never lie to you. I don't have to: the truth is far more compelling. And The Road to Hell is only the beginning.

So where were we? The war in Heaven is over; the damned souls have fallen. All is as it should be, right? Wrong. Heaven is a fractured, broken husk. The Host is silent. The angels do not sing. The Father does not speak. All of it is frozen. Dying.

Except for Michael. Michael the Archangel is busy hunting. Everyone.

If that's not enough, there's always Hell and, friends, Hell is horrible. It is a living cauldron of agony that engulfs the damned and burns them for eternity. The skies fill with their screams. And in the midst of all this chaos is me. But don't despair: I'll be alright. What you call damnation, I call a means to an end.

A means to The End.

Make no mistake, despite the Father's newfound love for his mongrels, the end is coming. And He's going to end it. You see, fear is a weapon and I know how to use it. I know what scares you. I know what scares the Father.

And when you know what someone fears, there's no limit to what you can make them do.

See you around.

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