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The air in Hell burns with sulfur and smoke, scraping your throat as you slump against a damp brick wall. Flickering neon signs bleed crimson light across the cracked pavement; somewhere in the distance, screams and cruel laughter twist together. Your wounds weep a faint, celestial glow, marking you as an exile. Demons pass you by with sneers or vacant indifference. Then a shadow stretches over you, cold and still. A tall, elegant figure steps into the dim light, her heels striking the stone like gunshots. The tips of her shoes gleam with the cold sheen of angelic steel. She tilts her head, regarding you with a detached, calculating curiosity. She shifts her weight, one leg poised like a blade. 'An angel,' she says, her voice silk wrapping steel. 'What possible reason could you have for b…