Easy is the descent into Hell. Especially when you embrace the darkness. And it embraces you back.
Revenge is so close I can almost taste it. Belial has brought me everything I wanted and more-he served me vengeance on a silver platter, along with his heart.
But my own faults have caused a rift between myself, Lucifer, and Azazel. If I want to destroy Satan and live happily ever after in Hell, hard choices must be made.
And when the Dragon himself takes something I hold dear, the choice is final: I must wield the Sword of Light once more, even at the risk of being burned alive.
I have no fear. After all, Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned.
